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John Garfield is strong brother
John Garfield snarls tough like a tiger
John Garfield never wore no necktie
John Garfield built my first 12 years
John Garfield bid me weep in the trees of my 1930's
John Garfield sneers and punches Assholes around
John Garfield hard vagabond cat walk'n down the
tracks with your jacket over your shoulder
hold'n onto it with just one finger in the collar
John Garfield share'n stew with the Bo's and pass'n
his last smokes around
John Garfield swing'n off a boxcar in the big city
and don't give a fuck who sees him
John Garfield tramp'n down the highway and stop'n to
change a flat on a Lincoln for a chick with
class and a sweater full'a tits
John Garfield meet'n her polo play'n brother
and his snake friends with pencil mustaches
and not take'n none'a their high-toned crap
John Garfield meet'n her mother who don't dig him
because he ain't their type but he don't
give a damn and don't take no crap from her neither
John Garfield be'n offered a fancy job by her
international banker father and take'n
it because HE DON'T TAKE NO CRAP FROM NOBODY
John Garfield breath'n all over the rich chick in the
grass on a hill beside the roadster under the
trees with the top down (& her fling'n her legs
up around him!)
John Garfield (dies of an OD in bed with a crawling
nymph...) PUNCH'N THE WORLD RIGHT ON ITS ASS!

O John Garfield--

     Life loved--

my hard hero & Handsome--

     proletarian vagabond...

            Look, your lessons blossom!

Kirby Doyle
     for the DIGGERS