Woodacre Live music 4/11

Woodacre CA

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Beautiful dark skinned mother in black leather jacket with the little one with curly locks. You smiled as I passed, I looked back and you smiled again. I watched the band play and when I finally decided to say hello. “Woosh! You were gone.” You’ve inspired this little attempt at a poem. Yes it’s juvenile. Yes it’s plagiarized. I am a builder, build houses and cars. Can you look past my grey? Can you look past my scars? My hands they are calloused, and hard from much work. But my heart is still soft, I’m not a mean jerk. Your bewitching beauty, it haunts me this day. Is there room on your broom? Can you fly me away? What at beautiful couple, the bystander’s said. How did they meet? As their jealously spread. We’ll fly through the night, on your broom or my ride. Turning heads on the roads, or up to the sky. Hope this makes you smile, at the very least. You inspired it so it’s as much yours as mine.