In 1970 I graduated high school,
With Rose Mary Woods nephew
Before the Rose Mary Stretch
Erased eighteen and a half minutes
Of what doesn't seem a mystery any more.
I would love to say I was
A starry-eyed believer back then,
But Vietnam had already started
What my stint in the military drove home,
That the Land of the free
And the home of the brave
Was an early version of spin
Covering a multitude of sins
By people mostly like me,
In over their heads,
Dealing with complex situations
With no easy answers and enormous consequences.
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