Hoop, hoop, I did it; 67 years old and I danced my way through a 60th hippie birthday party. And was I carried away on a stretcher? Not a chance. Just maybe … I can still dance for my Lord.
(Blame it on the music -golden oldies.)
|My hippie outfit.|
More about my mind: http://glendakempharper.blogspot.co.za/2016/01/i-came-i-saw-i-rhymed.html