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timothy-h-donahue
St Paul. MN
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For Garcia Ah, Harlem, Harlem, Harlem Washington is Algeria before rebellion F. Garcia Lorca, Indians, Indians Ghetto walls still suffocate mothers’ mouths This city cries Wakes punching Wastes then expiates Hammered by the furnace of the sun Lorca, Lorca The madman is still breathing Fred’ eyes bleed His bed burns crimson Wraith and werewolf sit **** false justice Garcia, Garcia We need you We need you with a gun A gun, Garcia, a gun Or (and this for your ears only) Harlem, Harlem, America Wash the blood from your Babes blind eyes. T. H. Donahue 6/25/71 Edited 2/8/2015
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
timothy-h-donahue
For Garcia
For Garcia Ah, Harlem, Harlem, Harlem Washington is Algeria before rebellion F. Garcia Lorca, Indians, Indians Ghetto walls still suffocate mothers’ mouths This city cries Wakes punching Wastes then expiates Hammered by the furnace of the sun Lorca, Lorca The madman is still breathing Fred’ eyes bleed His bed burns crimson Wraith and werewolf sit **** false justice Garcia, Garcia We need you We need you with a gun A gun, Garcia, a gun Or (and this for your ears only) Harlem, Harlem, America Wash the blood from your Babes blind eyes. T. H. Donahue 6/25/71 Edited 2/8/2015
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