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26 08, 2016

People’s Song

By |2016-08-26T16:50:43+00:00August 26th, 2016|Stories|0 Comments

Woody Guthrie has shown up again in my hospital room, and he’s swigging from a bottle of cheap whiskey, like the first time he wandered in here two nights ago. I recognized him right off because of the scrawny build, the wild hair, and the guitar slung on his back, labeled this machine kills fascists. At night, the nurses leave