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An Offense of Poetry
we were eyes watching skin feeling
not heavy ; we were serious secure
reading Tom Wolf's painted bus trip
and M.A.S.H. the movie matinee
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independent with dignitaries' grace
our youth of generations of strife
innocent eyes to the bright light
nurture underneath tree of life
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went fighting the war with poetry
and treasured in nourished learning
to steal away from the gates of hell
was mans work to tend to his eden
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