Laughter, and the sound of rhythm and blues
Some front porch boogie, with my baby doll
Drinking the moon, from an ole Mason jar
Lovely hot, noonday sun upon our feet
Stutter rhythm dancing, her in my arms
Her head leaned back, and long dark hair swayin’
Lost in the music, as we slide along
On a wooden floor, with my barefoot gal
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
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