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310 Words Tattoo....'If' by Rudyard Kipling

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RikkaNoodles's avatar
Woah, youu did that? That is amazing! I have a friend who has he whole paragraph about the caterpillar from Alice In Wonderland.
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I did.. Im not usually into writing for tattoos, but that much writing made it a piece of art for sure...
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I have writing as my tattoo.

Its from a book called Perks Of Being a Wallflower.

on my thighs across reading "And In That Moment" "I Swear We Were Infinite"
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wow impressive !
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Thanks Evie. Was pretty fun to do that large of a phrase
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froggycrp739Professional Artisan Crafter
I would love to read your poem!
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I found a copy of it... So here it is.. I don't know who it is by tho...

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

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,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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The poem is called "If" by Rudyard Kipling :)
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Thanks you Snarky-D.. I appreaciate the assistance
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froggycrp739Professional Artisan Crafter
That's really cool! Thanks for sharing! I want to fave this poem! You should post it in a journal so I can!!
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Good idea.... Done.
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