Shrooms - Poem by Lorena Walker
shrooms are not colorful and bright
when you take them, your mind takes flight
they can make you happy or make you sad
depending on the trip, shrooms may be bad
imagine, all things are possible now
you feel so creative, the world is beautiful somehow
you see vibrant colors of purple and blue
you never thought you could love everything
you did not know you had it in you
so for that special hippies, halucination blend
go pick you a fresh one...
let your mind fly like the wind.
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