Born out of timeA Poem by BeccyWe are all the product of fusion, intentional or otherwise, the choice of when such an event occurs, always quite Hobson in its option. Thus, when retro designer clothing catches your eye, or from a psychedelic viewpoint you see diamonds in the sky; blame it on the boogie.
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