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Michael John
Poems
Nov 2018
i am time surfer
i
i am time surfer
i crawl through space
i am in your brain
in..
lily you are high
again..
witches ate that
pretty one..
i am inside
do not hide
i can read
your mind
they were burned
ii
lewd creature..
it is mushroom season
how ever
donΒ΄ t eat them
as you go along..
lol..i could nt wait
i met everyone
it was free and it
was fun..
as all the colours played
and my perception grew
or i thought it did..
from a far..
i spied the groundsman
strolling over
and dogs like magic
a lovely clear morning..
it is a short grass and
no frost
you lose something
no..
i put them in cider
i made spagetti
now you can get a kit
let my self not get
the better of me..
iii
lily pipes up
they are natural
god meant us to get
high..
that is so..
but not to ****
each other with
guns or sabre
or rock..
we hid and were
just prey
while searching
for magic
i found
friendly
interest..
Written by
Michael John
62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)
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