It was own

i could smell her feet, so i knew she was on the many-bike. We had broken the treaty with Philly two months earlier, and her looks and feminine charm had softened the blow. The repercussion, when, and if, they came would be lighter thanks to her odor beats. 

The whole area had changed. It was now a comppound of salad and lost souls. People that were yearning and starting to believe. The soil was moist with punks and certs. Janis Joplin was dreaming up on the side stage and Eddie Money was wondering what we were doing thursday night from the Maine stage. Crew members from the Maine Progress Committe were giving out samples of crab, lobster and spears.