“So, what does teen spirit smell like, anyways?” – by Katharine Weinmann
In my day, pot and patchouli perfumed bedrooms and back seats.
Sandalwood incense bought by donation from dubious Hare Krishna monks
chanting on the corner.
In my day, pot and patchouli perfumed bedrooms and back seats.
Sandalwood incense bought by donation from dubious Hare Krishna monks
chanting on the corner.
In the summer, it’s not dark until well after he should be asleep in bed.
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