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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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love love love love love on the wings of purple doves flying through the rain of fate lit by lightning bolts of hate nobody likes me this i know sometimes i wish it were not so luck smiled on me in days of old once or twice or so i am told there is a city by the sea forbidden to the likes of you and me the streets are paved with practiced ease demons whisper in the giggling breeze golden doorways open wide but who knows what is inside? weary pilgrims put down cash on vistas of unfathomed passion next