`We're in the back of a car belonging to the men our mothers told us to never get in the back of a car of. Where the government has failed, might the second summer of love and a little pill with a dove on it be the broom to sweep away the hatred and replace it with love, so much love?
`We're in the back of a car belonging to the men our mothers told us to never get in the back of a car of. Where the government has failed, might the ...
