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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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What are we left to do?


This is called humanity…
where speech is just profanity
provoking more insanity
but still we march on through.
No more about nobility
nor having an ability
and searching for tranquillity
 is all that we may choose.
For lost is our civility
left only promiscuity
in a world of insecurity
what are we left to do?








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