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I am on my way to see A quintessential American, To walk where he did, And where he lies. As is our native wont, He ended himself, The final act of violence In a peripatetic life Full of action and Faithlessness and Self-doubt, A quintessential American. Even so, He shared his gift With us, with The world. Shared a vision Sometimes violent And stark, but true. True, at least, For a Quintessential American.
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 5:27 PM UTC
American Dead
I am on my way to see A quintessential American, To walk where he did, And where he lies. As is our native wont, He ended himself, The final act of violence In a peripatetic life Full of action and Faithlessness and Self-doubt, A quintessential American. Even so, He shared his gift With us, with The world. Shared a vision Sometimes violent And stark, but true. True, at least, For a Quintessential American.
Hemingway, American, Loathing
duane-kline
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 5:27 PM UTC
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