To: a_witness
Things fall apart; the center 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.
76 posted on
04/27/2002 11:18:13 AM PDT by
kezekiel
To: kezekiel
The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats
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