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Apr 2013
High as a kite

not stuck in a tree

   not on the floor

     in space probably

       vibrating

          with green cows

             an yarn

                giggling paradise of stars

                   swoon

                     cats falling out of cabinets

                        but i digress

                            die gressssss

                              die grassssss

                                 this is getting a bit weird

                                     my blood vessels are riddled with glitter

                                        don’t tell the rabbi…

                                             happy 420
Larry McDonough
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