Sunday, December 30, 2018

Listen

To the music...the sensous rythm...the words wrotten by an excentric poet...it brings so many memories...of family reunions...special times with friends from long ago...long weekends at the beach...dancing in the streets on carnival season...flirting with the neighborhood kids...and laughing with the girls about those same kids...ah! Those were the good times....that is why I listen to the music.
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