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You weren't there, you wouldn't know
the reason why the smart go mad.
The net gods give it all away
and pamper worshippers of the fad.
Retrench and sell the tarted code
to trendies with more plas than class.
The poor, the sick, the sad green toad
along with Dior, Givenchy and Bill Blass.
But once long long ago and far above
there was a time and romantic place
for flower children, freedom and love,
a respite, a shelter from the chase.
