Musical fields above Woodstock.A Poem by andrew mitchellI was too young for Woodstock and I was living in Australia.
Once I took
too many mushrooms and decided to walk downtown. There I boarded a bus up the hill to the festival. I could see the entire bus route in my mind. I saw my thoughts step off the bus in total wonder. We made it! We were here! In the psychedelic world of my stratosphere high I lifted off in an aerial display to the tunes of Woodstock. I was free. See me feel me Who? Me!
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3 Reviews Added on August 12, 2019 Last Updated on August 12, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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