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| Hippies always seem happy, don't they? I decided to try an experiment and see if I'm any happier after writing some crappy hippie poetry. First, let's partake in some herbal pleasure to get us in the right mood. I don't smoke, but this is for a good cause........ Aaaah, that's the stuff. Okay, let's write about... circles Circles, Circles Flying Circles They Fly And Fly Like Flying Circles Love The Circles Be... The Circles I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty calm and mellow after that. The herbalness is really getting to me now, so I'm getting so more stuff in my head to write about, like the color purple Purple Purple Purple A Purple Turtle Yes Purple Turtle On The Grass Is The Purple Turtle Be... The Purple Turtle ....................................Being a hippie sucks. I hate it. It's stupid. It doesn't make any sense. Hippies suck. |
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