A Wonderful Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Wonderful Time



Accordion melodies being played rhythmically, nothing happier
than it's sound on a Friday morning.

Charging minds with an interior energy, filling our beings,
everyone having a blast, singing and smiling, altogether a
wonderful time for the Octoberfest.

Monday, November 3, 2014
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