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Now That We All Know What a Plinth Is… What will we establish upon our bare, ruined plinths Where late the stern-visaged generals stood? 1 Guitarists, perhaps, or free-verse poets Or refugees from Harvard’s sophomore class We could ***** erections to erections As advertised on the family radio With brazen legends reading “Hey-Hey! Ho-Ho” Honoring the noble eloquence of our age Or, with roses for remembrance, leave them bare Amid shrill protestations of despair 1 Cf. Sonnet 73, Shakespeare
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
Now That We All Know What a Plinth Is...
Now That We All Know What a Plinth Is… What will we establish upon our bare, ruined plinths Where late the stern-visaged generals stood? 1 Guitarists, perhaps, or free-verse poets Or refugees from Harvard’s sophomore class We could ***** erections to erections As advertised on the family radio With brazen legends reading “Hey-Hey! Ho-Ho” Honoring the noble eloquence of our age Or, with roses for remembrance, leave them bare Amid shrill protestations of despair 1 Cf. Sonnet 73, Shakespeare
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
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