those really were

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Wintery blasts found me covered in cardboard-
Plastic, too, if I was lucky
And jimi said
‘and the wind cried …mary’
I’m a Mary
A secret out of spite.

Goodwill chic being the order of the day
Even my boots from a dead soldier
Were high stylin
And if I was low Janis said
‘cry..cry, baby!!!’
I did some nights.

Communes at Wesleyan,Boston U,
and Georgetown were bedrooms
and the Connecticut, and the James
and the Potomac our tubs
and Jim said ‘this is the end my friend’
(when he died we knew Nietschze was right)

I was angry; I was ecstatic
I was hungry inside and out
I never walked- I strolled or I strode
And then Paul died, and George sang
Here comes the sun
The rumors took flight.

I had nothing but all the answers
And my four-hose water pipe
Now I have anything I want
Except
‘those were the days, my friend
we thought they’d never end’
Mary was right.

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The_FoolThe_Foolover 19 years ago
Harmony

Sometimes we find harmony in the present. Sometimes we find melody in the past. The trick is mixing harmony and melody for the future. I really enjoyed this poem for the memories...

flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
Wondreful!

Thanks for bringing this one up on the "best" thread, Boo! A powerful tale tangled with nostalgia- well done.

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