There once was a babe named Robin Gilfenbain. She was beer and cheerleader. She was rebel, she was well off. She was young wild leo vixen little petite princess. She was flowers, and oats and beans and barley. She was abalone shells and sunsets on the pacific. She was a waitress and loved to be on breaks. She was cozy a la natural. She was bandanas and mesh, bathing suits and olive skin. She was snow wine and shitake mushrooms. She was soft clothes and garlic. She was rocks and leaves and paint. She was soft and sweet. She was to someday become a mama.
There once was a babe named Gary Brian Baker. He was all about baseball and the Grateful Dead. Proud to be an American poet, filmaker, songster, cowboy. He was a revolutionary traveler, sailor of the piscean sea. He was a son, a younger brother.He was canyons and alpines and ski and sun. He was a ship of fools. He was a dark sports broadcasting comedian nickname. He was a dead head. He was soon to be a papa.
AND THEY MET THROUGH THIS GUY:
and out came Molly B and Henry Dodge
to be continued...
