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If there is such a thing as The Greatest Gen

I don't know if it's the one

Who had ten minutes to sit with Sartre

Or the one who sat for a lost decade

Between the stools of Gertrude Stein

And Anais Nin, or neither of the two.

For an afternoon of band music, it was Lincoln,

And for a fife's tune was the Founders.

Carnegie was pentitent for his. And ours,

Ours of Newts and Dubs,

We ghosts just move our mouth.