Friday, October 17, 2014
"I stumbled here.
Tripped over everyday life,
deadpan voices bringing me down,
haunting spirits pulling me up,
the lull-a-bye of rock and roll and blues sifting through the trees....
I stumbled here,
with skinned up knees,
and tattered jeans,
a few tiny tattoos,
and a string of love beads...
And this is where I met my meant-to-be,
My "Hold-you-up or carry-you through this" Hippie Love...
And this is wear I'm flyin' my flag....
Story and little signs on the back of our tandem bike, The Zep, (c) Singleton
And as always, please don't copy and paste my stuff onto your stuff and try to sell it,
It makes the Karma faeries have to work so very, very hard, and it makes this Old Hippie sad, makes my kids mad, and makes our attorney just a little more fat rich....