Woodstock Revisited

Poem By Arthur Richards

There once was a hippie so bright
Her remarks were a constant delight;
To her friends she would boast
That she flew coast to coast
Holding on to the tail of a kite.
Said she: "I may cross the Atlantic
By ship (but not the Titanic)
Yet I'll never go by sea
Unless my stomach accompanies me."

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