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Back in 1969,
I got arrested for riding the rails down in Mississippi. They caught me trespassing on Conductor John’s train and threw me in the Starkville City jail-- said I was a vagrant hippie. Through my cell window, I could see flowers blooming on a magnolia tree and longed for the day I would once again be free.
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