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“I work myself to death just to fit in . . .” – The Who, Quadrophenia A year before the Watergate

He plays with the spirit of Coltrane in him for him the trumpet spits venom he draws the crowd in

Sunrise glances From the arches of The fast food restaurant A breeze Stirs the debris Of paper and Half eaten

Genevive hates horse shows. She and her daughter, Paige, have risen well before the sun to prepare for this one.

“Oh sea . . . I am lonely. I am strange and far, like you.” – Thomas Wolfe THE

Strange. It seems the rims don’t seal quite as well as she remembers. And the colors; the greens and yellows

The ground was warm You pressed your palms upon the earth hands retracted and with them dirt Touching your face,

The water whispered words of comfort to this soul For too long its been out in the cold Pushing and