hair
and record players,
beat up
vw buses,
beads and bongs,
leather
vest and boots,
bell bottoms, we said,
things like
far out man,
peace and love,
keep the faith baby,
right on,
i can dig it.
i hear that.
we had the same
clothes,
the same hair,
the same
takes on the world
that was yet
to come.
we were a strange army
of one.
so young, so young.
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