Who are you, TK? It seems that during the sixties I've heard no one heard anything about you before. about you. Those were hard years In Cannes, to live through; there was this group, and all this time, who, I've often wondered sitting, on the beach, where you disappeared to. drinking their wine, was talking about you. The hippie thing, it wasn't your style. They said, The riots and protests, it was you you've never had anything who created the streaking to do with violence or rile. during seventy-four. The next thing I didn't really back in time, pay it no mind; that's credited I thought to your name, it was the talking is the beatnik fad of of the wine. coffee houses on every campus, everyone a philosopher, It was ten years after, and hardly anyone suffering Woodstock, shame. at a party in Yellowstone, It's hard to go that I heard back farther, your name again. I just can't relate to anything else Some three or four you've done; arranged the Woodstock nothing specific for a hundred thousand. anyway. But they said it was you There's a faint sense who spoke the word of Irish in your being. and a half million An IRA child brothers and sisters who tired gathered that weekend. of all the violence and turned to peaceful, lively, pranks instead. I've heard of you before today, but, just who are you TK?
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