I think I will
zip line across the creek,
there are some people over there
I'd like to meet.
I smell patchouli
& hear music,
voices giggling
& I think I see
flowers
in their hair
& they're covered with mud.
Surely they are
descendents
of primordial peoples,
look at those dreadlocks
& luscious curves,
young boys
with
their
pretty girls.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
I think I will
zip line across the creek,
there are some people over there
I'd like to meet.
I smell patchouli
& hear music,
voices giggling
& I think I see
flowers
in their hair
& they're covered with mud.
Surely they are
descendents
of primordial peoples,
look at those dreadlocks
& luscious curves,
young boys
with
their
pretty girls.
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