The more things change the more I remain the same. Who's gonna tune this thing when I''m gone? I was solar powered before it was fashionable except, of course, when I ran on alcohol.
Seems all of the rocks are little ones now, leaving me and the other inmates with nothing much to do. Oh, I remember what Ireland smells like and I've given thought to moving to a kinder climate.
These are days that remind me of everything that came before me. Today would have been my mother's ninety fourth birthday. Here's to Maxine and all of the soft hearts in the jungle. Here's to love. Here's to peace.
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