4183. STEADFAST

STEADFAST

I held all the premonitions as true to what

they were. My sombrero said 'where's the hat?'

What part of lucky do you not understand?

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Far-flung places between ports of call :

I entered Morroco in June and by the

10th was in Malta itself  -  that little old

bookstore lady I knew, talking so crazy

once more. She stands five feet five and

talks like a man - idle, deep voice, all about

guns and criminals and men in charge.

All that, and then she laughs it off.

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The sparkling oasis never sparkles more

then when you finally realize that all the deeds

they give you to do are but the ones they won't

do themselves. That's how it is with class struggle.

Fat cats pretending to be nothing more than on

your side, while they take it all home for themselves

and giggle in stride. Guns to the battle,

take arms to these thieves!