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Bellwether

D’Verse Meeting the Bar – Bob Dylan

Bellwether

He spelled out the conflict
Of our youth
Like the letters on a Ouija board
He held the planchette
Pointing to the emotions
Of the Beat Generation,
The discord of the
Flower Children
Strumming the background
Music that accompanied
The distortions of the decades
Words that have kept the kid
In me alive

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9 thoughts on “Bellwether

  1. …the distortions of the decades…
    Seems to me we could be using those words except applied to this election cycle….and whose hands on the Ouija board would be dragged where now? Thought provoking this is.

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