Tag: 1970s
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Poetic Bloomings: 11 July
Dog Day Memories I’m blinded by summer heat, by its light, by my retreating memories of auto-change 8-Track Players, of red naugahyde seats, of hips swaying to Mungo Jerry, not that I bought his records, nor did I touch the sky, but I listened to other people’s music, and other people’s ’70s opinions. And by…
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