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Don't know who this is, just dug him up from somewhere! But he seems happy.
The Limbs That Move
The limbs that move, the eyes that see, These are not entirely me;
Dead men and women helped to shape
The mold which I do not escape;
The words I speak, my written line,
These are not uniquely mine.
For in my heart and in my will
Old ancestors are warring still,
Celt, Roman, Saxon, and all the dead
From whose rich blood my veins are fed, In aspect, gesture, voices, tone,
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone;
In fields they tilled I plough the sod, I walk the mountain paths they trod;
And round my daily steps arise
The good and bad of those I comprise
Written by English Author Richard Rolle, over 600 years ago.
I think this is one of mine, I can tell by the walk.