One Friday Evening at Stony Point Store

vabutsy poems

She spreads her legs
Hugs that guitar
Snuggles up to
Kiss the mic
Sings her song

In jeans and a jean jacket
“Just an old hippie”
She says
But her voice still
Croons
Sweet and strong

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