Peter and Paul are now without their Mary, our Mary. Like Puff, the Magic Dragon, she’s gone—on a jet plane, to a better place. Leaving us here, bereft, still asking the same old questions, still having a hard time hearing the answers which are blowing in the wind, still wondering where have all the flowers gone, still trying to convince ourselves that this land is really our land. Oh, babe, I hate to see you go.
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Loved this post. Don’t think twice, it’s all right!!