1920's
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The summer of 1929 in the golden days,
I never wished for time to move,
We danced around and undressed the day,
I held your hand while you held mines loose.
The summer of 1929 in the golden days,
I never wished for time to move,
We danced around and undressed the day,
I held your hand while you held mines loose.
Within the turn of a page, I’m transported to 1920’s New Orleans.
Soft pastel ribbons that adorn the corn silk curls of the girls passing by catch my eye as I inhale the thick scent of burning cigars.
Her first night out as a flapper girl,
And he was a man of the band.
One thing they both had in common,
They really loved jazz.
She stood with her friends and swayed,
To the rhythm of the drums,
Ten years ago, just a glimpse of stocking,
Would be a sight just oh so shocking.
Just the sight of elbow would cause a stir,
In the older generation in which concur.
But the time of this belief was long ago,
