Presidential flags! and the General is here, Shops have let out, two bands are raising hell O hell is empty and Nassau street is well, The little devils shriek, an angel's tear Falls somewhere, so (but I laugh) would mine, I fear The Secret Service rang the rising bell And poor Mr Eliot and the Admiral Have come, and a damned word nobody can hear. Two centuries have here misabused our youth: (Your grey eyes pierce the miles to meet my eyes) The bicentennial of an affair with truth (In the southern noon whom do you tyrannize?) Not turned out well: the cast girl sucks her tooth. (Secret, let us be true time crucifies.) Submitted by Holt
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