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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Sammy's




A purple haze drifted in the atmosphere.
the girl with the ukulele; two guys two guitars.
When the bearded man and the drummer kicked up those crissed-crossed-apple-sauced in the front row moved back, and the bass came forth. 
I stole some shots and my friends danced around,
free pie shakes for everyone in town.
Ghana. Sweet shirts for Reggae Night.
Raise the Roof.
It’s Sammy’s.





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