Thought I’d be a poet, So I found me a loft Went inside for a look see, Found my pocketbook’s too soft – Unknown The trend may have started in Greenwich Village, when Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Burroughs were eking out a living, making do with coldwater flats at the wrong end of a long voyage […]
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