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Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

The Age Demanded

The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
 
The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the bung.
 
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
 
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.

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