The 60s

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We’re fine as wine, living on Cloud 9

Man, having a blast, life’s a gas

No flakes or finks, just cats, and chicks

Wearing our shades, hanging loose at flicks

We’ll spend our bread get all decked out

Undeniably bitchin’ and so far-out

  In our hopped up ride, we’re cruising

A four on the floor, yeh, we’re bookin’

Laying a patch while looking clean and mean

We can’t sweat that gumball machine

 Counting padiddles and feeling marvy

Pedal pushers, flip-flops and looking groovy

Hey, lay it on me now, don’t have a cow

Don’t flip your wig, I hope you can dig

 This little slice of life from the 1960s

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 -Eugenia

image-personal property- 1964 Ford Galaxie

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"Style means the right word. The rest matters little" - Jules Renard
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6 Comments

  1. I dig it 😎😎

  2. Way cool. Way cool. Bitchin’ in fact. I remember that time.

    Have a fabulous Sunday. ♥

  3. A lot of fun, telling it like it is, I dig, daddy-o. Put on that wig hat, I’m gonna dust my broom. Hahaha, whatever that means. 😜

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