America Comedian
Not yet having become an American saint,
The past eagle-pine traveler
Is no longer here have the splendor in blue,
No longer here have the wind-bells
Ringing in hope and superior
Just as a ghost rider over our memory
It is claiming itself as silly comedians.
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