Miss America

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    Miss America

    Your crown is crooked--

    Worn gown with a stained frown

     

    Your tag displays sold

    Your photos are gold

    Who did judge your illicitness?

     

    Did those whom you spiteful mocked?

     

    Your face shone like rubies,

    Did you know?

    Accompaniment for a crown,

    A high priced temporary mansion.

     

    Don’t drink fine wine before its time

    Les’ it tarnish your crown and gown

     

    Look up Miss America!

    Oops! you sat down

     

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    Poetry1959’s Poems (21)

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    ODD 0
    EPAR 2
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    YET I RISE (original version) 1
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    DITTO 1
    Clarity 0
    SUSTENANCE 0
    SWIM 0
    BEGAN AGAIN 0
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