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Inner Conflict (deep growing inner sadness for society) If I were ninety I might think It’s time to leave this world. And if I thought I’d incarnate, re-incarnate, Then I would hesitate To have this wish For just the reasons Swished before, Since this old world is goin’ to hell In a ****** wheelbarrow, and Who’d wish to stay here till tomorrow Or come back to what’s to be? Inner Conflict 6.27.2016 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
Inner Conflict
Inner Conflict (deep growing inner sadness for society) If I were ninety I might think It’s time to leave this world. And if I thought I’d incarnate, re-incarnate, Then I would hesitate To have this wish For just the reasons Swished before, Since this old world is goin’ to hell In a ****** wheelbarrow, and Who’d wish to stay here till tomorrow Or come back to what’s to be? Inner Conflict 6.27.2016 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
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