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Mar 2020
I think by now we know,
nearly 250 years after her birth,
that our America nears her 11th hour.
The tubes fastened, pumping *******
straight to her stomach
need not remain.
Her crowd of bedside mourners,
politicians shedding imitation tears
need not remain.
Drape the flag over her emaciated frame
and get on with the ceremonies.
Quick write
Tyler Matthew
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Tyler Matthew  27/M/U.S.
(27/M/U.S.)   
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     Fawn, --- and Max Neumann
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