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We loaded up the bus, headed for the harbor

Tie dyed, flower power, forget about a barber

Surfboards waxed, we’re ready for the waves

Getting high on Mary Jane, gave us all the craves

Bags of chips to satisfy, Boone’s Farm strawberry wine

Watch out world, here we come, we’re feeling mighty fine

Jerry played his Fender Strat, put on quite a show

Last wave calls, time to pack, back in the bus we go

Days drag on, nights are gone, back to reality

Til Saturday, we’re on our way, living life, carefree


February Writing Prompt: Hippie Harbor – Day 16/28

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