The Hippie - Poem by Misty moon
The hippie has no where to turn
All her bridges have been burned.
Looking back now
I don't know how
How i survived
Or that i'm still alive.
World full of war
While the love of the hippies soar.
Feel the love
Like your hovering from above.
By the heavens i by passed cloud nine.
The cloud where i'm at is cloud eleven.
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