Apr 21, 1967 | Brahmananda Dasa Brahmacari, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-12
That's right, look at me, all of you, peeking over your Housewife Stabbed In Queens, and your stock market scores, and your baseball scores, and your Viet Nam scores; Just keep looking at me, as I sit across from you, fingering these ripe, red beads, chanting Hare...
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