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Aug 2014
Where are my hero's?
Down what street can I find
Allen Ginsberg's beard?
Where have to voices gone
Of the poets in America?
No more hitchhiking across
The planes and relying on
The kindness of others.
The beats are gone! Gone! Gone!
For everyone but me.
I dream that I could share my thoughts
With the brains now extinct
Everywhere but my own.
Adrian Asher
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Adrian Asher  KY
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