We may not have been part of a later-day Woodstock nation, but we were several hundred thousand strong at the Library of Congress' National Book Festival--
We headed on down to DC Convention center;
To join in a literary, spoken-word band,
And we camped out on the poetry and prose laden land,
Getting our souls free.
To join in a literary, spoken-word band,
And we camped out on the poetry and prose laden land,
Getting our souls free.
From a 600 BC Odyssey we traveled back to today
And felt stardust,
We were golden
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden.
And felt stardust,
We were golden
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden.
Just another great day in the August summer.
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