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FLOWERS OF SUMMER Last night I had a flashback some thirty years, after I finished school. To lazy, hazy, crazy days of a musical summer, today in stupor of a fool. After graduation, I searched for my very own, Mrs. Robinson. Looked for the flower to fill my dreams, found her not, but had my share of fun. I left the home of Lady Madonna, with all my siblings at mother's feet. To travel through days of summer, in search of a man's adolescent treat. There was a house enclosed with queens, that called to beckon this rising son. In every crevice of that old boarding house, I out-hustled each of them one by one. Peter and Paul had their proud Mary. Sonny already cornered long-legged Cher. Tommy and Dickie had smothered Melonie, with flowers in her dress and golden hair. Around vineyards of Boone's Farm I savored, sweet grapes of Annie Greensprings. She led me astray to view Fannie Hill, where she taught me wonderful things. I shared cake with Eleanor Rigby, dodging raindrops over McCarther Park Ridge. She left me when I told her about Billie Jo jumping off some Tallahassee bridge. She stranded me outside of Choctah where I had a great time with Bobbie Mcgee. Bobbie was no Ruby Tuesday either, because they both laid all their blame on me. I hitched a ride for the rest of summer with a sweet flowergirl called Delta Dawn. Sobriety came with autumn's arrival, as I moved on with my flowers of summer gone. |
Additional Notes:
Just a little reflection into an old man's late teen years, with just a
touch of what all that great music meant back in those days.
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