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Blogger Vivek Rao said...

profound!

if you had read this poem out at woodstock, you'd have gotten laid multiple times that night...something tells me it would have connected well with the green-strung flower gen babes...

wasn't this the year you, i, soham and vai went to peth and were invaded by rats the size of footballs?

12:52 AM, December 18, 2010

Blogger quasi said...

I guess it was the year .. but cannot be sure .. too far back in history that way .. heh ... but we were invaded by mice ... small in size .. large in numbers .. must have been a couple of hundred scampering around that night ... what a night ... I remember the morning ... that wait to watch the sun come up .. the cold cold december breeze ... what freshness ...

I wish I was at woodstock or something .. ;) hehe .. chicks ..

2:09 PM, December 20, 2010

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