WOODSTOCK NATION
I swear I winged that bird
with my felt-tip pen and I
heard it squeal going down
again. Not worth a life sentence,
though some do say it's good
eating. But I'd never know about
that. I'm sitting out this squall
in Woodstock's largest hall, just
down the hill from Weatherly
Station. They said here it was
someone's birthday, and all I
could utter was, 'Again?' The
guy with the lisp said he was the
town's new Mayor, Jim. No, I
didn't disagree, but I wondered
if anyone ever wrongly typed,
'The guy with the lips' about him.
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