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The boy was born

to a family of good reputation

He wanted for nothing

and a man he became one

His father before him

was renowned

for his character

His son after him

would write

his own chapter

His mother was an angel

A life of good deeds under a halo

Her son was not

A life selfish and hollow

He had attended

the finest schools

He had learned from

the brightest minds

He had proven to

be nobody’s fool

He had taken to

being unkind

He had been nurtured

From the day

of his birth

But he had been a bastard

All his days

on this earth

All round they would wonder

How it could be

that this apple could fall

so far from his tree

Questions rang out both near and far

“Why? How?” the voices would sing

Each of us, we are what we are.

In the end, Nature wins.

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http://allaboutfrogs.org/stories/scorpion.html _________________________________________________

 

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