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by Dagmar Wilson Feb 28, 2018
A dust of magie noire on my wrist
a splash of moon drops behind the ear
a spritz of shocking you,
A daisy stuck to my hair
wildflowers in my bag,
no room for roses.
My color is black
turquoise beeds around my neck,
I miss the 60's.
Loved this Dagmar! Brought me right to that era...
by Dagmar Wilson
Thank you Brenda. I miss them days
I can see you doing the 'twist' with beads swirling 'Hippie style' of course :)
Great little poem reminiscing
Thank you Michael that was my time.
by Em (marmite)
Beautiful... Typo on definitely
Take care x
Thank you and thank you for pointing out
by Kitty Cat Lady
Oh ... I've always wished I was around to enjoy the 60s Dagmar ... and your wonderful, wistful poem makes me wish it all the more. I love the beautiful nostalgia you've woven :-) x
Thank you and yes it was fun
by Milly Hayward
by - Mr. Darcy