Woody GuthieA Poem by paul sal.....an appreciation of a life
Your words touch me
years after you died The forlorn life and strife that was your road led you to a world that was sleeping. While the drivers were driven by a White House that was roaming a path that was wreaking of plans to mold your world into something you could not stand your tortured soul saw the future and had sunken into the deep abyss that few realized until you died .
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2 Reviews Added on August 9, 2014 Last Updated on August 9, 2014 Authorpaul sal.....Brentwood, NYAboutJust a simple human wondering why we live in such turmoil and working in a small way to make it better....I like cats stevens, mozaart, neil young, beethoven, harry chapin, ernest chausson, passenger,.. more..Writing
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