Griffin looks like the poor sheep after they have been to the shearing shed. They always look so pathetic! The good thing is that we know his hair grows fast. It probably looks better already.
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods there be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced or cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this vale of doubt and fear Looms but the terror of the Shade And, yet, the passing of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll I am the Master of my Fate, I am the Captain of my Soul.
W.E. Henley
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Griffin looks like the poor sheep after they have been to the shearing shed. They always look so pathetic! The good thing is that we know his hair grows fast. It probably looks better already.
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