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She strums her graffitied mandolin
shakes her leaden locks about her Spanish head
takes a while to begin
her now crone's song of melodious sighs
lamenting world's false equations and cruelly-veiled lies.
--surreal woodcut of Joan Baez
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That is gorgeous!!
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