Psychedelic Blues Poem by Nancy Ames

Psychedelic Blues



'And do you remember
how angry she was
when you wouldn't admit
that you were really
bob dylan even though
millions of tiny angels
had told her so
and you were holding
the phone while snow
fell on the sand? '

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Nancy Ames

Nancy Ames

Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
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