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Hippie Sale

Over a cup of morning java

Scanning my daily mail

I came upon an advertisement sheet

*That exclaimed in BOLD rainbow pastel*

 

Grand opening of a store that has everything

On the corner of Daisy and William Tell

The one thing I saw that interested me

Is they were having a back to "60's"  Hippie sale

 

Of course I stopped what it was I was doing

Hopped in my Lexus and left right away

The excitement had my heart all in a flutter

This I guarantee is going to be a good day

 

They weren't kidding when they said they sold it all

I'd been wandering the store for quite a while

That's when I came to what it was I had come here for

Before me in trippy little colors, the hippie aisle

 

So I bought me a couple colorful hippies

With my 25% coupon I was able to save

The Hippies even  came with a bonus

Fresh cut flowers and Jefferson Airplane tapes

 

When I got home I showed them to their room

Black light posters and colored beads hung from the door

As luck would have it I bought an Indian hemp rug

From Pier One just the day before

 

They taught me transcendental meditation

While I taught them both how to bathe

Their lessons broadened the mind

My lessons the nostrils saved

 

I soon had a groovy little hippie pad

In which organic vegetables and enlightenment grew

We'd sit around crossed legged in a  purple haze at night

Playing psychedelic tunes on our Kazoo's

And I was pretty good too! Who Knew!

 

Yes, a house of happy hippies

Is a happy hippie house indeed

Especially when Wendy Crystal Sky...Yes, that's her name

Brews her famous dandelion tea

 

I highly recommend the purchase of hippies

I couldn't be any happier with mine

Sure beats the punk rockers I got on close out last year

But that my friend is another tale for another time...

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mike-hauser
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Mar 19, 2013
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