Swinging 60’s party (poem, anecdote)
Hippies, swingers, dancers, and twisters. That was swell, groovy, fabulously far out! Snapping, clapping, jumping and jiving. It just makes me wanna shout!
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See AllIt's been a while since I posted a poem. So much irritation subdued in frustration. The creative bell rings less often when these distractions soften the blows to vibration and stifled timing. Here I
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