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Happy, Hippy days 🦋

Happy, Hippy days 🦋

Dam I wish I was around in those happy, hippy days

Oh my God now that woulda suited me down to the ground in so many ways

With my long flowing blonde hair blowing in the wind

And daisy chains halos  prettily pinned
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Hanging out with my hippy friends at the summer musical gigs

Well wouldn’t I be in my element with my chiffon kaftans and yon colourful wigs

Huh I would wear my John Lennon shades all dressed to impress

Feeling so chilled, carefree without any stress
                                 ~
Yup that coulda been lil ol’ me back in that crazy, lazy psychedelic era

As happy as a sixties hippy donned in henna tattoos with my gold glitter mascara

Coz nowadays well I just can’t get enough of those sixties and early seventies things

Dam if I had only kept hold of my originals.. let me tell you I’d give anything to have all of those hippy, clippy blings...
 

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Greg Etsell

i remmbered the 70s very well
eraly 70s were far out and groovy
days and the gilr in the photo
i remmber many in those day 

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Jill Tait

Awwwww if only things were like then the good ol days my luv 🦋🦋🦋💕💕💕

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