Innocence?
In a sense.
In no sense!
Was that it?
Was that it?
Was that it?
That was it.
Innocence?
In a sense.
In no sense!
Was that it?
Was that it?
Was that it?
That was it.
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I quite like the poem in this version,( as I incorrectly thought it was) : Innocence, in a sense is no sense. Is that all? IS that all? Is THAT all?Is that ALL? That’s all.
i love it. i thought my innocents was lost untill i read this. it was AWSOME!
i adore this poem. it is amazing just the way it is . . .
I always thought the poem should go like this:
Innocence in a sense
In no sense innocence.
Now that would be it.