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Jun 15
i would pick magic mushrooms
and eat them as i went
happily along-

it is not advised but
how fine sat in the clouds
and rain

of so many colours
in my heart a song
that tasted sweet but

metallic..i would
go back-in my pockets
cow-pats and

sundry other stuff
a blade of grass
like god smiling..

ii

now, they use the psychedelic
component to treat alcoholism
and depression

we were ahead of them..
there was elation
just find her..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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