Woody Guthrie: Most Times

most_times

Most times
When I catch myself
Thinkin about you
An That’s
Most times

Seems like
I wanta get it out
Some way
Just
Sorta
Some way

I get to just lookin around
At things you laid your hand on
An course I guess
I’m one
of them things

Some how
Or another
I figure I’m kin
Some kin or another
To
Every single one
Of everything you ever laid your hand on

Naturally I
Suppose
You feel this here same way
About somebody
Or another
Somewheres

So
Sorta works out that
Everybody feels some kin
To everything anybody ever laid hands on
And made
Or built up
Or fought and died
To live
And keep

Most poems
is over before you know it

~Woody Guthrie

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