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Yo, my man can you dig? Right on daddy-o! This thing is too jive, I gotta split. What’s this crazy jam on my radio? Ain’t too funky for my groove, I’m digging these far out tunes. Hey foxy mama let me see them moves!
This is for a dVerse prompt: Please write a poem of only 44 words on your blog. Use some form of the word dig. I hope you enjoy! 😊
C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca
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That cheered me up this morning- thank you! Jae
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Groovy, Stew. Really cool. Thanks.
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Look at you, gettin’ down wid yo bad self. These were my everyday language back in the day. Us OGs knew how to dance to the music of words.
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