Bill Kamen


State Of Mind - Poem by Bill Kamen

Long long time ago,
a sacred store appeared,
to greet us with
love beads,
bell bottoms,
and flowing
silhouettes.

Beginning with,
'the gathering
of the tribes, '
and ending with
summer of Love,
the lost generation,
were eight miles high
and not coming down.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011



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