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"The Second Coming"

Yeats was ahead of his time.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

A fitting poem for FR.

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Thank you my brother. You are a scholar and a gentleman.