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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

Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 3:51 AM | Viewed: 1574 times

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