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Nov 2017
Psilocybe mushroom you are the best.
in death there is life, as a psilocybe.
You conquer all that is around you,
and fill my mind with craziness.

To think you are so small, and pack such a punch.
With you're purple brown spores,
and youre wavy margins and a pellical draped over you.
A stalk so small and strong to hold you're weight.

I think the way you work, makes me a better man.
Remembering the stuff I lost long ago.
thank you my little tiny friend,
but I have to go.
jesse packard
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jesse packard  31/M/Rainier, Oregon
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