Is a ripe sev'nty-two,
So to them seventy-six is not old,
Nor is it very new,
And, to be born in the nineteen forties,
Means that all flower childs,
Might seem a little out of touch with life,
For god never meant humans to be wild,
Not to say the old can't be progressive,
Caroline's nine-seven,
Fighting proudly for the rights of all kinds,
Next to her gay small one,
But this old church,
Was born an earlier time,
When they were oppressed for their words of love,
Forced by the old ones in power to hide.
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