That song has a familiar ring to it,
a don't ever forget I can't-get-
no-satisfaction, put-your-hand-in-the-
hand-of-the-man-who-stilled-the-water,
lucy-in-the-sky-with-diamonds, you're
watching the-Rocky-and-Bullwinkle-Show,
by-the-time-we-got-to-Woodstock-we-
were-half-a-million-strong, eight-miles-
high, ebony-and-ivory kind of feel to it.
My X the rocker used to play it. But,
damn, I just cannot name that tune.
Written for The Mag: Mag 232 that inspired with the above image prompt
(Keith Haring).
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