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The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones Gather no moss Not with Mick Jagger Their peripatetic boss They travel first-class Partake of the sauce As the globe they crisscross Sipping the finest liquers ~ Discarding the dross

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Tom Cunningham

Date: 12/3/2018 2:55:00 AM

The bad boys, loved their music, still going too. Tom .

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/3/2018 7:34:00 PM

Nasty, to be precise. :) gw

Sand Blown

Date: 12/3/2018 12:04:00 AM

the beatles were ok...but the stones... they still rock on stereo

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/3/2018 7:34:00 PM

Yup. They were the real deal...

M. L. Kiser

Date: 12/2/2018 9:54:00 PM

What can I say? It was an era of greatness in the music industry; the likes of which, we'll probably never again see. Thanks for some great memories, Gershon.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/3/2018 7:33:00 PM

Who knows? Things may cycle back toward musical sanity at some point. But the '60's sure were exciting. (And the '50's weren't bad either, really). Thanks for your observations! :) gw