<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368284" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 2: Mortal (Petrarchan)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The garden state of Eden soon proved stale<br>to plucky and inquisitive young Eve<br>So she decided she would rather leave<br>than have that boring status-quo prevail.<br>Now ever since we mope, be-moan and rail, <br>throw up our hands, tear out our hair and grieve<br>Pray fervently that there may be reprieve<br>from naughty-Eve inflicted mortal jail.<br>But may I say a word in her defence-<br>How could immortal life hold any charm, <br>when every game we play derives it's sense<br>from striving 'gainst the impetus of harm.<br>There could not be a purpose more intense<br>than racing to elude death's shrill alarm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Diane+Hine">Diane Hine</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368284" data-title="Sonnet 2: Mortal (Petrarchan) de Diane Hine" data-description="The garden state of Eden soon proved stale to plucky and inquisitive young Eve So she decided she would rather leave than have that boring status-quo prevail. Now ever since we mope, be-moan and rail, throw up our hands, tear out our hair and gri..."></div> </div> </div>

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