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Old Desert whiz and chuckawalla mama thru the life zones up the sierra pushed the heads, those made of blocks through the panamints, a little daily where heads, spinning from ecology south across the mohave bobbin onward, onward through we're droppin westward towards the setting sun go to morro and monterey we oughter point lobos, north and homeward hence holy mackeral what an experience. thank you, mr. molina! Dave harris 1969
"...up North Crater, we find the surface
composed of loose fragments of pumice and obsidian -tis beautiful.... Suzanne Murray 1973
The car has made our cities uninhabitable.
It is also the best was to escape them. Hurry and take the road The gas pump doesn't know the beauty which it help to see; and so the gas tax pouring out. And so we push the Big Wheel nearer the
edge. The land of the free and home of the auto dump. |