I just don’t understand how acoustic folk music ended up with such a bad rap by the early 1970s. I just don’t:
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Ah… “Memories… pressed between the pages of my mind,
memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine…”
Nobody had ever even heard of A.I.D.S., and nearly any S.T.D. you HAD ever heard of, could be cured with a simple shot of penicillin.
“… twilights trimmed in purple haze… laughing eyes and simple ways…”
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