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| Taken from an op-ed in Vanity Fair, May 1927 |
e. e. cummings, one of my favorite poets, speaks from the grave. Taped to a wall in a high school classroom the other day I found words to ponder. We did move forward in 1927, and hopefully, we'll move forward again.
But, if satire, is there hope there, or not? Hmm...
America
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