In the hills of California
Where the Hippies once did rave,
Five eights of the way to accomplishment
Lies a godforsaken grave.
Hippies have never flowered the tomb
Though the tombstone’’s said to gleam,
For the fools that dug the hole never mentioned to a soul
Where they buried the Hippies dream?
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Sleeping Where I Fall: A Chronicle by Peter Coyote Peter tells all about
his life as a mime, actor, and former Digger! Lots to read about
the 60's in San Francisco.
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