Shaking with rhythms of an old seventies tune, letting it
take us into steady beats of disco land.
Grooving and moving to funky music of white boys as it
fills our minds with funny ideas sent through it's lyrics.
A sensuous beat of lively velvet, touching us as it passes
by in a strobe light from back then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AH! This succinct yet compendious work brought me and my not-so-trusty memory bank back to those years...Does it not seem like yesterday? Well, to me it does, which is all too surreal...but this poem....very, very real as in real good...Keep that pen pumping, young lady...~FjR~