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something precious & holy               
some thing holy & precious
the determined golden waif
in the lotus position
on the edge of her bed
in the bleak,granite night
picking out a tune on the strings
of her ancient,acoustic guitar
while the steel mills smoke & the factories roar
just outside her window

some thing precious & holy
about being able to strum like Elizabeth Cotton
& sing like Malvina Reynolds

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