The Park

The park is the stage

we all are the players,

Angie singing her heart out

she has a voice of an angel.

Guitar players playing until

their fingers bleed.

Poets speaking from their hearts

Painters enjoy doing face

painting for the children.

Everyone just doing their

own thing.

Come on out, do what ever

turns you on.

Everyone hear is hip and groovy.



I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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4 Responses to The Park

  1. Just hanging out and being yourself 🙂

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