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By Jack Joseph Smith

I saw a souther intellectual unele Give it up for the negro Who he said were spent like eattle in Vietnam Phat call him an old hippy now He wrote me a poem called "“Bhe difference between today and Yesterday" Look when you are gone Some know the differance I lost the song Phere is no referance I saw the universe pass It hurt and stung There we are gone Finely nothing said about it

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GPT

A southern intellectual uncle, Vietnam, a lost poem and song, and a stinging universe passing by leave absence without reference and finally without comment.

The uncle is remembered as someone who spoke against expendability, and the later label of old hippy feels both affectionate and diminishing. The poem he wrote becomes one more relic in a sequence of vanished references, where song itself is lost and the universe passes without witness. The ending is severe because even pain fails to secure remembrance.

Claude

A southern intellectual uncle 'gave it up for the negro' spent like cattle in Vietnam; called an old hippy now, he wrote the speaker 'The difference between today and Yesterday.' 'I saw the universe pass / It hurt and stung / There we are gone / Finely nothing / said about it.'