Chris looks at the first episofe of THE PRISONER, the extraordinary ARRIVAL
Tag: 1960s
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BOB DYLAN’S LOVE SONGS OF THE MID-1960S: IT USED TO GO LIKE THIS… (Part One)
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head…. William Shakespeare, Sonnet 130 O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly...
