Who are you, TK? It seems
that during the sixties
I've heard no one heard anything
about you before. about you.
Those were hard years
In Cannes, to live through;
there was this group, and all this time,
who, I've often wondered
sitting, on the beach, where you disappeared to.
drinking their wine,
was talking about you. The hippie thing,
it wasn't your style.
They said, The riots and protests,
it was you you've never had anything
who created the streaking to do with violence or rile.
during seventy-four.
The next thing
I didn't really back in time,
pay it no mind; that's credited
I thought to your name,
it was the talking is the beatnik fad of
of the wine. coffee houses on every campus,
everyone a philosopher,
It was ten years after, and hardly anyone suffering
Woodstock, shame.
at a party
in Yellowstone, It's hard to go
that I heard back farther,
your name again. I just can't relate
to anything else
Some three or four you've done;
arranged the Woodstock nothing specific
for a hundred thousand. anyway.
But they said
it was you There's a faint sense
who spoke the word of Irish in your being.
and a half million An IRA child
brothers and sisters who tired
gathered that weekend. of all the violence
and turned to
peaceful, lively, pranks
instead.
I've heard of you
before today,
but,
just who are you TK?
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