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summer of '77
I used to
stroll bare
footed along
the kings road,
black v-neck
sweater,
blue jeans,
otherwise
unclothed
...
looking
back, thanks
for not
stepping on
my toes...
Published 14th Aug 2015
| Edited 15th Aug 2015
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Anonymous
15th Aug 2015 1:22am
*sigh*. . .I remember those summers. . .
15th Aug 2015 1:32am
I think it wasn't so much
that nothing mattered -
it just didn't matter so
much if it did..:)
that nothing mattered -
it just didn't matter so
much if it did..:)
15th Aug 2015 4:39am
I think it wasn't so much
that nothing mattered -
it just didn't matter so
much if it did..:)
you took my comment!
that nothing mattered -
it just didn't matter so
much if it did..:)
you took my comment!
16th Aug 2015 00:27am
I never did!
It was just laying there,
didn't have a name on it or
anything -
finders keepers,
that what I say..!
:)
It was just laying there,
didn't have a name on it or
anything -
finders keepers,
that what I say..!
:)
15th Aug 2015 8:01am
16th Aug 2015 00:29am
15th Aug 2015 3:17pm
I would have been 17, enjoying my freedom from bastard parents :-)
yet another wee cracker :-)
yet another wee cracker :-)
16th Aug 2015 00:31am
15th Aug 2015 11:34pm
ah,
17.......a great year of wonder
& proper
frustrates in
facination
17.......a great year of wonder
& proper
frustrates in
facination
16th Aug 2015 00:39am
16th Aug 2015 5:38pm
