By The Time I Got to Woodstock We Were Half a Million Strong

And Everywhere There Was Song and Celebration

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I lift my glass of filtered water high and toast what was, what might have been and what will never be again.

An old freak looking for a way to survive in a world I no longer understand, but through my writing, pretend I do.

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