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Shroom
Poems By: Gary Steele
Blue moon blue moon,
and a little shroom.
Easy come and easy go,
we'll draw maps
on the shore.
Till we drop dead
with our shadows.
You're dangerous. Dangerous.
The way you have me
in pursuit. Pursuit.
My brains does its own dance.
A tribal dance.
In my head. In my head.
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Obadiahgray wrote 353 days ago (neutral) 0The Shrooms are ok it's those damned pixies that come with them you have to watch out for bro...sneaky liddle buggers.....
enjoyed your poem !!!!!!!0 pointsKarenMarieBlack328 wrote 353 days ago (positive) 1I don't indulge, but thanks for the vicarious 'shroom ride.0 points
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