In my often infirmities and faults I sometimes relish, yet all the while my contenance does embillish that for which I do know
Even the heart of man can see, that for which all purpose be, tho languished with burden I yet smile for I regret not one mile
Could I but make as tho the things I see....yet to be For that day even in the future it does even now proceed at least in the confines
of the heart that liveth inside of me might seem as tho rambling gooblede goop but from where I live it is a full scoop
DUDE!!!!! I need a dictionary now
woot woot websters!