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“I’m a Hip Nip--it just sounds groovy. A drummer
laid it in me,”--Pat Morita.
Hell--you don’t hear the word/term groovy that
much anymore; more of a 60’s kind of thing.
I remember the giggles I received from the young
nursing staff, just before I succumbed to the boss
anesthetic for my recent colonoscopy, when the
last thing I said was “far out”.
Maybe I’ll utter that at the very moment of my
death transition as I tune in to what’s shaking
beyond the veil--it will definitely be big time
groovy, and I’ll probably dig it.
Being in the groove is
not the same as being in a
rut--so just groove on.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub