Lovesingdance
Blackberry wine in the evening time,
dinner on the porch and a tune with a rhyme,
Radio blastin' classic jams with
Stevie Nicks, Joplin, and Jimi Hendrix.
Buzzed in the brain and some mary jane,
dancing in the grass, then a puff puff pass.
Everyone's got their groove back, they said
Woodstock, Nixon gone, but Lennon dead.
Imagine all the people, living for today.
Cherishing the rhythms in a sincere way.
Bottomless love and peace and prayer,
if only it could stay that way, hey
we will get our groove back someday.
Copyright © Jenny Surber | Year Posted 2017
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