RoseAnn V. Shawiak
'Not L.A.' At Buddy Stubbs - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Surrealism at it's best, in a biker's den, having a bar-b-que and listening to a band named, 'We're not L.A.'.
Satisfying inner cravings for musical renditions on a Saturday morning.
Featuring sounds of exhilarating beauty set in visions of intuitive memories.
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