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Now, Trisha loved the turtles and feared long hair. Trisha wasn´t schizophrenic just senile at 23. She had no fun, only short, kinky-haired boys called her. They were ashamed of their bodies. Now, I´d like to tell you that Trisha heard the Greatful Dead and left home and joined Fanny and can now be seen skinny dipping at the Tropicana Motor hotel pool in your town. But you´re no fool. You´d complain, we´d get in trouble, Jerry Garcia probably would get busted again. So, if you don´t have the Dead´s American Beauty album, we can say you´re missing 42 minutes of pleasure in a world that´s owned by thousunds of little Trishes. American Beauty on Warner Brothers. Make your duck....a Grateful duck.