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1969
Many roads to travel back to 1969
I became a teenager
A woman physically
Life hugged me
With a perfect body
A poet mind
The idealistic brat
Would shine
Like a full moon
On a June night
Staying up too late
Was a Summer's rite
Many roads to travel back to 1969
I became a hippie child
A girl at heart
Life gave me halter tops
Flour sacks to make them out of
Hugged me like rising yeast bread
Sourdough recipe handed down person to person
Butter and Jam dripping on my jeans mostly made of patches
Life---that baseball glove of my mind catches
Many roads to travel back to 1969
I became a twirling guitar player
A HAIR ROCK OPERA DANCER
The actors communed with my freedom
Their long hair flowing in the wind
Around and around we danced the afternoon away
Ate some dinner from the food we grew
Thank you older hippies for the 1969 I knew.
4/14/2012 1810 cj
P.S. The MOODY BLUES can still play on...
I became a teenager
A woman physically
Life hugged me
With a perfect body
A poet mind
The idealistic brat
Would shine
Like a full moon
On a June night
Staying up too late
Was a Summer's rite
Many roads to travel back to 1969
I became a hippie child
A girl at heart
Life gave me halter tops
Flour sacks to make them out of
Hugged me like rising yeast bread
Sourdough recipe handed down person to person
Butter and Jam dripping on my jeans mostly made of patches
Life---that baseball glove of my mind catches
Many roads to travel back to 1969
I became a twirling guitar player
A HAIR ROCK OPERA DANCER
The actors communed with my freedom
Their long hair flowing in the wind
Around and around we danced the afternoon away
Ate some dinner from the food we grew
Thank you older hippies for the 1969 I knew.
4/14/2012 1810 cj
P.S. The MOODY BLUES can still play on...
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