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I remember vividly when love was free. Years 

ago when the glass gamut of virginity was more 

of a burden than withholding gifts, so some man  

can win an inexperienced prize; time when open talk 

about her cute “ass” did not mean har-ass-ment 

charges and a summons into federal court. 

Sharing a joint and having sex was far more pure 

and spiritual than the prudish, and illegal pot standards 

of today. Skinny dipping in groups of male and female 

was innocent and healthy. Hippie natural like women 

giving a Lamaze birth. Running stark naked down 

a beach, or out in the sun felt like we’re all one. 

What the hell happened? Spontaneous spirits now 

slaughtered with etiquette and politically correct 

protocol. Everything is incased in Capitalist skirmishes 

to suppress all, stay our earning another dollar. No  

more acid trips, WOW, that was a fuck to remember - 

a lollapalooza of colors and orgasms like steam.