Ye Olde

Since in youth have I spoke of young idealism

Here enters, with a triumphant gate, SKEPTICISM!!!

To proudly boast of triumphs and scoff the passing youth.’herein, lies and truth’

Many a youngster fallen, as since progress’, and producers pollen…

How can we shake our boughs, but hold our root.

Many young ideals laced in soot;

But victorious cries! When the champion is carried by your foot.

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