Gülhan Yıldırım (HÜKÜMSÜZDÜR)

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Some people, when confronted with a problem, think “I know, I’ll use regular expressions.” Now they have two problems.

  • Phone Number *** - **** 9528
  • E-Mailgoldengorilla672***@******.***
  • Birthday13 March 1965
  • Education -
  • Address Boulevard de la Duchère No: 9528
  • CityPau
  • CountryFrance

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Chaos and Order are not enemies, only opposites. ..

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Gülhan Yıldırım (HÃœKÃœMSÃœZDÃœR) living Boulevard de la Duchère No: 9528 Pau France

Cross bars and posts, the echo of distant bells,
The cool and friendly scent of whispering turf;
And in the air a little wind that tells
Of moonlit waves beyond a murmuring surf.

The glittering blue and verdant afternoon
Has locked up all its colours, leaving dearth,
Deserted, underneath a careless moon,
The glory has departed from this earth.

The goals stand up on their appointed lines,
But all their worth has faded with the sun;
Unchallenged now I cross their strict confines;
The ball is gone, the game is lost and won.

I walk again where once I came to grief,
Crashing to earth, yet holding fast the ball,
Symbol of yet another True Belief,
The last but surely not the least of all:

To strain and struggle to the end of strength;
To lean on skill, not ask a gift of chance,
To win, or lose, and recognize at length
The game the thing; the rest, a circumstance.

And now the teams are vanished from the field,
But still an echo of their presence clings;
The moon discovers what the day concealed,
The gracefulness and grief of passing things.

Quick as the ball is thrown from hand to hand
And fleetly as the wing three-quarters run,
Swifter shall Time to his defences stand
And bring the fastest falling one by one,

Until the moon, that looked on Stonehenge ground
Before the stones, will rise and sink and set
Above this field, where also will be found
The relics of a mystery men forget.