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Hotel California AKA Hotel Find Yourself

Flying down the freeway I almost miss the place;my goal. Where I can find the reflection of my eternal soul Something exotic and mysterious I almost fly by…. It is Hotel California, drawn by an Eagle’s eye. I park my Harley, and see pretty boys strutting around. It is a crazy desert place, there is a broken champagne sound. The excess of America is widely on display here It is 1977; and I feel a Grammy might be near. The smell of warm colitas puts a smile on my weary face I wonder to myself if I will lose my innocence in this place. A voice others might not hear comes wafting in my mind. Welcome to Hotel Find Yourself, your trip will be so kind. There are mirrors on the ceiling when I check into my room. Heaven or Hell? I wonder as I feel a strange kind of doom. In the master chambers a feast is gathered by the kin. You can kill the beast the voice says; we will let you in.

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Date: 10/30/2021 8:46:00 PM
Caren, this is a super adaptation of the song. You really hit a home run, my friend. Wow! I am putting this right into my FAVES. ~ Monster Masher
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/31/2021 9:40:00 AM
Thank you Monster Masher
Date: 10/29/2021 11:14:00 AM
Wow...I loved that song, but I never had any idea what it was all about. I guess I was really dense during the drug culture years.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/29/2021 12:04:00 PM
I had to read up on what it was about; in small town Iowa only two guys did "illegal drugs".