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Sun 4 Apr, 2004 03:58 pm
A voice, she wakes me up
Her face I can't see
Little Radio lady
Play something for me.
Music from way back then
That old Black Magic
Or even Pat Boone
Brings back memories.
Of the coffee bar
Their she goes again,in my car
Sixties music, its a dream,
Hey honey,good sound to the ear.
Your poetry in motion
Lady I'm lying in my bed
Your music sends me to sleep.
Those memories are mine to keep.
Joe, I really like this poem. It delights me to read it. There are a couple of spelling errors, but I'm certain that you'll discover them for yourself
I do wish I had more time to seek out all the poems here, my Scottish friend.
Keep writing as you have, and you can only get better.
Your soul mate, Letty
thank you dear daytona lady glad you liked it.
from your scottish friend.
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