Driven like a herd of wild animal,
clouds roll by,
wondering what lies below the next horizon.
Perhaps young lovers kissing in grassy fields
of their dreams.
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The yoga classes have ceased. Exercise yo mind! Delve deep into the mind of the suburban beatnick, stare into the "winter of our discontent", and find out exactly why Tony is a Writer...
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