Imprint, note on origin - typewritten. Text - handlettered. Title in block letters.
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Poem. "Through my fingers run sand belonging to, the land -- through which I'm a marching. .. Before us our friends will tell of cities that have fell, without the use of gun or harming anyone, for love is our lord and master - we are growing strong.."
"A song by one of the more than 10,000 brothers now in U.S. prisons because of the drug laws---"
