Why bear malice? Just let it go. So what of pride? It will swallow you whole.
Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.
The soul needs attention like the body needs to breath.
How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?
The day we were born, we were all God's children.
I don't think England is that gray but India is like a long drone.