Where are The Beatles?
Where are The Doors?
Where is Tim Leary?
Out hunting orbs?
Questions to analyze,
Answers be realized;
'Nam was just conflict
Like Hendrix a Pontiff.
We were young, we were bright,
Though shy of good acumen,
A tad short on foresight,
Yet, fearless to all Ends'.
So, where have we gone?
Some are basking in the Sun,
Some have sadly passed on;
And Me? A lucky one.
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