Bob Dylan


Oh Bob, Bob Edwards, where are you now? Your absence marked, missed, regretted. you pointed to all this, we sang Dylan all one weekend, Clarendon Road. I want to hug you for it, and at the same time, want more of you.

I listen to Patty Smith singing

And so i heard

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw 10 thousands x whose tongues were all broken


Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’



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