.Buck 65-Square 1
(Some mumbling...)
Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow
It was the echoing voices of the old ones
Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth
Always just out of reach
A murder of crows judged my every footstep
M.
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