Rictameter poetry, The Jukebox, Rock And Roll
We teenagers thought nothing about politics. We just wanted to play the jukebox and rock and roll.
Poodle skirt twirling 'round
Penny loafers rolled down white socks
sock hops, pony tails, jitterbug dancing
Nineteen fifty seven chevy
Elvis, Jerry Lee rock
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My muse is constantly bugging me to take her south to lay in the sun on sandy beaches in Florida. Maybe I will. The election blues have got to go!
I was sitting on my patio one evening just as the sun was sitting and thought about all the wonders God had given us. I quickly ran to get a pen, writing about the magnificent scene unfolding.
I was watching the sunset on a drab, gloomy day, missing my hummingbird's who had already flown South, and watching my squirrel, Squiggley store pecans for the winter when my muse took flight.