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Festival Day
Downtown along the river bank the party has begun; from miles away the slow parade of cars and people come for fried dough or some boudin balls, for gator on a stick, for cheap and warm domestic beer and wristbands … Continue reading
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Tagged festivals, integration, music, NaPoWriMo, occasional poetry, parties, social conditioning, social events
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Your Right
for Merle Haggard I’m an easy-going guy as far as that’s concerned I tend to only simmer where another fellow burns Let live and go on living is the lesson that I’ve learned I only ask for the same in … Continue reading
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Tagged bullies, coersion, communication, cooperation, Merle Haggard, parties, resistance
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Party Crowd
The dance floor is swimming with fine looking women and boys on the move or the make The music is pumping, and this place is jumping it’s turned into quite a clambake The whiskey’s been flowing, with no signs of … Continue reading
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Tagged crowds, friendship, interaction, intoxication, parties
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After the Opening of La Fiesta
Laughing and stumbling like sailors too long at sea, who suddenly must realign their gravity to the stillness of shore, like conquering matadors, their legs still weak from the thrill of their toreador jousts, they returned through the door, propelled … Continue reading