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THE VAGABOND

(On Reaching the Age of Twenty-One)

In my mellowing age

When voting's at last become cricket,

If I choose

I'll refuse

My Gov section man's views

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And vote the Republican ticket.

I've suddenly sprung

To the 21st rung

Free, white, and a step below heaven,

To rise

In the eyes

Of bartending guys,

If not of Draft Board 47.

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