Yes. We drove around with dead roses on our dashboards
hugging toilets and stage monitors.
We locked ourselves in hotel rooms
with bad lighting and bedside bibles.
We held ourselves together
with aqua-net extra super hold and stolen eyeliner.
We slept for hours in bushes
and woke up under timed sprinklers
and bright morning skies.
Ray Strickland
Aug.31, 2014
Damn!
Simply wow! Thanks for the reminder!
What A Life!
This poem is a full blown adventure. Thank you for taking me a long - Just Bein' Allets
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