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| Donovan The Dylan of the Mother Country |
There was a time
I thought of
mine only
mine only
Could it be
occurred to me
occurred to me
while lonely
1001 is an approximate number of how many memories
I have of this 1967 album. I would bore you beyond death
were I to list ten or more of those memories.
Therefore, I will begin and end with the first ones:
was a gift from my mother.
What had her teenage son done to deserve it?
She caught him smoking pot but her comment
in response to that capture rings in his head
whenever he listens to this extraordinary box set:
It was only pot, Thank God it wasn't grass.
He–her son (who is actually me)–last listened
to this Donovan album three hours ago.
That is why this page exists!
That is why–this day–I will
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