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papa was never a rolling stone
Papa was never a Rolling Stone
or
(the moss that man gathered)
We never tuned in
or turned on.
We were children
and knew little
of such things
as we stood directly
in the eye of the storm
and he was blowing back in- soon enough
with all the force
that post traumatic syndrome
could muster.
While hippies in Haight -Ashbury were
dropping acid and
loving freely,
we were belly down
suffering the aftermath
of a police action
across an ocean
and the repercussions
from protesters across town.
Mary
or
(the moss that man gathered)
We never tuned in
or turned on.
We were children
and knew little
of such things
as we stood directly
in the eye of the storm
and he was blowing back in- soon enough
with all the force
that post traumatic syndrome
could muster.
While hippies in Haight -Ashbury were
dropping acid and
loving freely,
we were belly down
suffering the aftermath
of a police action
across an ocean
and the repercussions
from protesters across town.
Mary
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papa was never a rolling stone
papa was never a rolling stone
