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Dear Mr. Henshaw,

I traveled far to find the perfect pillow. A fishbowl of a building marked Everyone’s Market housed all of your glass, fructose, fried and tie-dyed needs. Next to a pewter wolf and a F.B.I. hat with a pot leaf dotting the “I” was the perfect pillow. Well, one side is perfect—The other side leaves intricate cursive lines on my face because on it is embroidered this:

Streaming, streaming

Row – row – rowing to the valley floor

Where the bullhorn babies can’t yell no more

Streaming, streaming

March for January March for war

March til May be cause we’ll march no more