Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz. — Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
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Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz.

— Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems
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