Life Unfolds And We Get To Choose which Car We Drive... Poem by Chuy Amante
Life Unfolds And We Get To Choose which Car We Drive...
Life opens up cre-art-ively each day
we decide just how we'll play
I know for sure just what i've drive
an old Hippie Bus, kept alive
I arrive in style everywhere I go
smoke pot with the homeless,
give away some homegrow
Rub shoulders with some big ones
and eat with the hippies
and always driving that bus
smiling in love, with real peace
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a tie-dyed life is one well lived
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