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The Summer of Sixty Five

The summer of nineteen hundred and sixty five when youth was fresh and newly alive fighting the political establishment embracing and freely loving where we went. Who were we back then searching to make and mark our lives discovering who we were and where we'd been and loving everyone as friends contrived. What were we thinking at eighteen well in sight and on the scene of making change to history and the futures of our self created destiny? We thought we knew it all with our goals the drugs, the sex, the rock and roll, with change teetering on the distant horizon with God dead and free to soar without religion. Life moved so quick almost uncontrolled and we no longer did as we were told, the change was coming down the road and sadly now we know - nothing was to ever be the same again.

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Date: 5/17/2016 3:26:00 PM
Amen! I hear you talking. I never was one to hang with the hippie crowd. Instead of doing drugs I hung out on the beach with the body builders. However I saw it all and though I saw some of the few good points of the hippie movement I also saw all the bad things too. I saw this coming and hoped and prayed it wouldn't get here. An excellent write my friend. God Bless and a seven from me. JB
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