I Doubt
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Every one willin' to be rich,
Why can't we try to be rich internally?
Ah! Poverty stricken mentally,
Beautifying, cleaning only face and dress,
The dirty ruffian; I ‘m ashamed with self grace,
Ah! Why can't we clean?
Heart and mind and tongue and eyes..
I am upset my loves, my guys,
Slowly love flew out from the nest,
And Lust entered into the nest—
Humanity! The best at rest for test,
Are we really a human or ghost?
I doubt…I doubt…..
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