Been walking through my part of Brooklyn, wandering into polling places. They’re like when I was a kid, crowded with people. A man doesn’t want to feel that he has no control over his nation’s affairs.
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I’m the Voter of Seville
Have to register to vote shortly. It’s the last day.
‘Cause, you know, I’ve had address issues that needed to be worked out and then I had a late start today ’cause I didn’t feel like doing anything except the dishes and cooking and the dishes.
And drinking coffee and some wine.
And lying down.
Made it out of the house, though, democracy is safe in my hands. I figured I’d ambulate over to the voter registration office on Varick Street after running some errands. That’s why, when I saw a sign in a barbershop window proclaiming…
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