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Oh America, indulgent
friend,
whom I’ve so late come to prize —
in awe of your composure
’spite too simple
truths that yearn for lies.
So tolerant of
those who buck,
with their tame teeth bared in cliché,
bloviating about censorship
then are free to prance away,
with glee that their too easy snorts
still leave them free to prance away.
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