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To President-elect Kennedy
Americans! Oh! Americans! the ones in dispair, Relight the torch of hope. I scent acton in the air. Not the man made bubbles, soaring thru he sky, But a recheck of the human, that’s been wondering why, The gold has lost its glitter, to all but a few. And the people are waiting, to find out what to do. They will gladly follow, for the stakes are high, As a tyrant does his screaming, on the shore nearby. The despot of the north, looks puzzled from afar, Wondering if success, rests on a heavier star. _ The ballyhoo has ended, the drum has lost its sound, Our minds are returning, to the humans on the ground. A new leader girds his loins, not for just a show, But to grab the flag of freedon. and get our nation on the
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