In ROTC I dared to grow my hair.
On the cusp of hippy life with
burned bras and free love and
smoking hash I dumped my baggage.
I joined a circus going to Boston.
I was baptized in saltwater. Plum Island.
I made love to love tilting at windmills.
In my attic I learned the hard truths.
The People's Almanac was my bible and
those who held my heart my confessors.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 8:59 PM UTC
In ROTC I dared to grow my hair.
On the cusp of hippy life with
burned bras and free love and
smoking hash I dumped my baggage.
I joined a circus going to Boston.
I was baptized in saltwater. Plum Island.
I made love to love tilting at windmills.
In my attic I learned the hard truths.
The People's Almanac was my bible and
those who held my heart my confessors.
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