Note: A father's chat with his college bound son...
There was music, the kind that never went away: the Stones and the Doors, Janis Joplin, very early Pink Floyd. It was one of those evenings.
Flying high, enjoying the ride. Sex, drugs, rock n' roll! What's not to love? A beastly time!
A vision walked through the door. A goddess, is what I saw. Hair of raven, ample breasts, and legs that went on forever.
It was a haze.
Woke that Sunday morning, my mind now clear.
I spied the goddess from that night.
I knew then, it was time to stop binging and the weed, I'd be missing!
©2008 Ruthe McDonald


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Apparently God gave MY share of grace to Jimmie!
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
I guess this was like the men who are drunk picking up women they think are beautiful until they sober up the next morning.
I really liked this one!