Thursday, March 29, 2007

A Straight American Poem

A merica, why………………………..............

M easure ourselves in crescent smiles,

E fforts in persisted miles, that only.…

R upture those we beguile?...................

I nstead we should gauge like a………...

C racked turnstile, marched by………....

A rmy boots, single file……………...........

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