Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
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Written by: Brandon Olivier Laptop class 2004 English Form 3 Number 8 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a-fly. And this same flower that smiles today. Tomorrow will be dry. There I was looking into the mirror at the age of eight. I could not believe that at this young age my life is ruled be my appearance or more by my body. At the age of eight I was worried that I was to fat. I told my dad that this is bothering my and he said that I was too young to worry about things like that. He also said that my body will develop, I must just give it time and it will come right. I agreed unwillingly and I walked off holding my bulging fat lobes in my hands. A few years later I started swimming and my swimming buddies teased me about my fat lobes and I did not like...


