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What of the knowing wind of Hendrix on vinyl songs of silence lately branded for our own good?
What of prayers, my steeple? Down now covered and quashed the queen's garment stolen.
Tell me, dear Nurse, where the old song ends... someone ordered 'stop or you'll be (cast-) rated'
Gored upon the twin horns of (relatively) Good Taste & (reasonably) Free Expression:
The rhythm of the bed springs is no longer permitted.
Now's the time to rise, shine, speak in the vernacular to
new friends (no more room for enemies) fall in love with the company.
Cretan Maineiac
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