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Click heregirl it ain't that hard
easy as Sunday morning,
begin when temperatures
rise above goose bumps,
get your base before summer's rays
leave you dancing on the ceiling
going through the roof
with each touch and movement
You can be a brick house
sightly, sightly, prancing all about
belonging on the golden sand,
not some alabaster doll
pinking out and barbecuing
build your base, rub in fifteen
spend your daze under the rays
picking up a shade a day,
just a base put in place
foundation to party all night long,
just listen to your Commodore
I liked this poem, it had a tempo that reminded me of the beach <grin and oceans of lotion. (~_~) a musical potion
made me giggle - coming from someone who hibernates in the summer ... all the "base" in the world wouldn't tan this lass but reminded me of days long ago when I used to TRY...
vintage picture's I can relate to...waterfront bars sand and bands playing brickhouse...brings back some great memories....at riverrunners and mahoneys
and the thirsty whale and The Ashley with my french friends...lots of people we pass thru and music brings the faces back...ty for the nice reminder...blue