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Ah ha, gacked this one while visiting friends of friends:

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?

A poetry meme -- isn't that a wonderful thing? Guess I should have found it in April when it was National Poetry Month (and when I was so overwhelmed by RL that I didn't contribute a single poem -- I'll have to look into making amends for that).

Yay for memes -- yay for being back on LJ!

Flower Power!

Oh, I'm on quite the posting roll, I am... *is pleased*. Of course, it's mostly spammage, but it's colorful, fun spammage! Gacked from starwatcher307 and snailbones:

Your Hippie Chick Name Is:

Cinnamon

Hippie Chick Name Generator

I'm a cinnamon girl! Ooh, that just automatically set up a craving for cinnamon toast -- I used to love eating that. I remember eating stacks of it at my girlfriend's house in my teens, while we played cribbage together, or poker with her family. Real poker, where the dealer called the game, not this newfangled Texas Hold'Em that's all the rage...

I also remember 1977 -- the heart of my hippie days -- painting flowers and vines on faces at some kind of festival in Isla Vista (the site of the bank-burning in 1970, during the war protest years). The same girlfriend and I, and her boyfriend, had driven up to I.V. in 1970 to try to get in on the action (we were just sophomores in high school then and it seemed like a cool idea), but got turned back at the gate to UCSB and couldn't get through. I moved there after I graduated in 1972, when it was a sleepy hippie village, and lived there for six years. Looking back, it was idyllic -- hippies, street people, festivals, jugglers, and okay, mimes too (guess it wasn't entirely perfect!). I learned entirely too much about the drug scene, but I also learned about food co-ops and brown rice and herbs and tarot cards and belly dancing, and sundry other things that make me who I am today.

All that brought on by the hippie chick's flower on her face! Funny.