This entry is part 6 of 12 in the series Ode To Brooklyn
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Bettklyn from Brooklyn

An Anne G

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Bettklyn from Brooklyn

a bobby sox girl

born to the fifties

to doo-wop and soul

rocking and rolling

with side saddle shoes

raised up on tunes

of crooners and soul

Sinatra and Elvis

Darin and Boone

American Bandstand

on black and white screens

slipping and sliding

cha-cha and the twist

strolling along

on Blueberry Hill

transistor radio

music in hand

tap toeing steps

with a born

Brooklyn bounce

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Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?

I write because I am:

Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.

My intention:To poke, prod and provoke!

"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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