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America (the Brave, the Few.)

The American dream is timber and steel, chugging south towards Texas on screeching wheels and Indian tears, tumble-weeds and oil-pipelines bleeding the Badland’s blood from worn and torn Cheyenne ranch-hands, cowboys in cafes wearin bolo-ties chewin hamburger-steaks beneath overcast Eastern-Oregon skies, and hunted vagabond kids with dirt-smudged cheeks sticking out thumbs in a desperate lunge To be someone chuh-duh chung da chungg chungg what has
America
become
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About marcofreschi

I live in the Ocean and write poetry View all posts by marcofreschi

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