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The Day the Movement Died

December 6, 1969 It was the time of peace and love With hippies everywhere The Woodstock of the west was held And all the greats were there The Rolling Stones played Altamont Hell’s Angels on the stage Protecting them from rabid fans Who’s fervor can’t be caged And when this man, this rabid fan Tried to mount the stage The Angels met him face to face And an altercation waged They grabbed the guy and took him down And as he lay there on the ground They pummeled him with fists until They stabbed him and the world went still Those were the days of peace and love Ruined by the push and shove Make love not war the hippies say The hippy culture died that day The movement and music did not comprehend That this was the beginning of their end Mdailey 12/6/11

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Date: 12/6/2011 6:07:00 PM
all things die ..and what we have today is no thoughts of peace at all only thoughts of whose countries to invade next for their natural resources so we can feed out SUV's [sigh] Light & Love
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