Wendell by Drab

Wendell

I remember Wendell.
He was Mark’s friend.
He played the geetar.
Really well.
In an old house,
In san juan, Capistrano.
Long ago and far away..
I only met him once.
We all got high

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Drab Androgynous/The final frontier

(Androgynous/The final frontier)

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