she had that certain funky
razza-matazz-aura
that a wanderlust puppy
like me adored, a chic
hippie goddess jene sais quoi
that paralyzed me into
a speechless numbskull
the two of us waiting for
the downtown number 19
and all she was really asking for
was the time of day
baltimore bus stop circa '67
baltimore bus stop circa '67
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: baltimore bus stop circa '67
I'm wonndering... where did it go from there? Or not... Just a window into a moment in time? Love your colorful language descriptions...
Be still and know I am God...
Re: baltimore bus stop circa '67
nothing became of it other than a lifelong imprinted memory...ha......lots of stuff been resurfacing lately.....I must be in a lucid phase.....thanx for the response
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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