When my life upon earth has turned crass, With my food tasting almost like grass, Disappeared has my wealth; And almost lost, my health, Why should I fre...

When my life upon earth has turned crass,
With my food tasting almost like grass,
Disappeared has my wealth;
And almost lost, my health,
Why should I fret or fume much, alas!
copyright by Dr John Celes 13-10-2012

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