"I was in a vintage pub rock band called Clover in the 1970s."
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Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.
— Ray Bradbury
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Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.
— Bob Dylan
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