We dance across wet grass to Steely Dan.
We slip, back slide, and pirouette again
to the sounds of summer in a sultry town,
to rhythms lost to boogie-woogie blues.
We dance across wet grass to Steely Dan.
We slip, back slide, and pirouette again
to the sounds of summer in a sultry town,
to rhythms lost to boogie-woogie blues.
oh yes, beautiful gem, Alan!
groetjes, Francina
Thanks, Francina!
I love this!
I am glad to hear this. Thanks for reading and for telling me.