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Once a year, the Maine Organic Farmer's Association have the Common Ground Fair, that a lot of people call the "hippie fair". I get my sweet ferm flower wreath to wear, and get nostalgic as I wander thru the grounds and exhibits. I get to wonder with the others, Where have all the Flowers Gone,and think of Chad Mitchell trio, the Kingston Trio, and Peter, Paul and Mary and others.
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Dancing to the music...a couple dance to the music on the top of the hill by the ampitheater.
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I love the farmer's market, and seeing the rows of veggies growing in neat rows in the display area. Can you tell I my roots are in farm country?
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flowers in hair,
…is it too late
to go back?
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Do you dance
bare foot
to the music,
listen for the
beat of the drum?
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Can you grow
your own wheat
and take the grain
and make it flour
to bake your own
bread?
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Bangles
and beads,
and girls in long
dresses,
how did
Birkenstocks
ever get in this
group?
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Do you grow
your own veggies
and make great
meals,
with sprouts,
beans,
and things
we ignore?
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I long to go
back
to the time,
when
girls with long hair,
that had flowers
and ribbons,
danced
to the beat
of music
in the street.
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Have you ever heard,
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“The number you have reached is no longer in service” ?
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Did you panic,
or have a sigh of relief.
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I panicked..
procrastination did me in.
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Then I looked,
it should have told me,
“wrong number,
knucklehead…brain sprain
… hit the wrong key”.
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Sigh of relief.
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Friendship still intact
after quick apology…
“no
I didn’t forget your birthday
this year,
just procrastination,
again.”
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Big sigh.
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I promise to be better,
really I do.
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siggiofmaine 