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When Disenchanted...

When Disenchanted...

When disenchanted,
I dream of Woody Guthrie.
I admire his stance:
'O this machine kills fascists!'
We should bring notions
in such slogans back into
politics, because
things are becoming stale. And
all the rhetoric,
might have the power to charm,
but it is hackneyed.
O God bless Woody Guthrie!

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