Revealed on a young wood nymph's fesse.
Driftin' back,
It was a jam in Henry 'Sunflower' Vestine's canyon grove one '71 Summer night that brought us tight.
Wally played his wooden legged organ, the Hammond B3 from inside the open van, his leslie speaker cabinet sat on top of the VW screaming from the orange white roof.
Keith on his blonde wood Slingerland drums n' I on my Fender Strat, a beaten sunburst originally, that I stripped to it's wood.
We played 'til the cops came...
...dancing trees blocked the road in.
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