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Tie dye t shirts, bare feet, shacks in the back 40 'n herb gardens. Inncence burning, dream catchers on the wall and unschooled minds churning in a philosophy ball. Guitars and out of tune voices raise with messages of love, as sandaled feet pound pavement with words against war. Tie dye t shirts, barefeet, shacks in the back 40 'n herb gardens. The generation of woodstock a generation of love.
Gone is the clear water that used to flow in the river below my window The trees across the river are gone and a desert has begun it's reign over all The cool breeze that once soothed now like fire from the suns own tongue whistles thru the valley Warnings they came as the oceans began to rise and the rays began to stay But who would listen who would try, try and change it all before the end?
