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Saturday Night Surf

Saturday Night Surf We use to Surf On Saturday nights The Surf Ballroom Up a thousand flights Didn’t Hang Ten But did Tighten Up Did the Funky Chicken And built up buttercup Blue suede shoes Silk stripe pants Looking like peacocks Ready to dance We had Utopia The Pilgrims Rockin’ Ramrods too When The Technique’s Played Shotgun All understood This would be our last dance So do it now And do it good By:Bill MacEachern 03/29/2021

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 3/29/2021 3:35:00 PM

Hello Bill, oh- sounds like you had lots of fun. Enjoyed this poem. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 3/31/2021 11:30:00 AM

Hello Bill, everyone needs a place to escape from stress. Happy Easter my friend.

Bill Maceachern
Date: 3/29/2021 4:00:00 PM

Thank you Darlene, yes, was a very special place n time in my life, was an escape so needed