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Post by strangeclouds on Oct 13, 2004 0:04:07 GMT -5
He told me once- Indians ate mushrooms to be more spiritual... I thought about Indians a lot after that. The sun beat down on my song and I, as we sat beneath a shadeless and naked tree, When she asked me, "What have you got there?" I blinked, and took my "happy pill" from my mouth and stared at it for a second. Lifting my eyebrows, I said, "Nothing that fucks with your brain..." A smirk creeped across my face as my, hard-to-swallow returned to an interrupted mouth- to continue sucking at it's bittersweet coating. I then watched her, as she pursed her lips thoughtfully. as she stared above at the outstretched bony fingers of our tree, "I wonder what Indians did all day," she then said. I thought about it for a moment. "They fed trees." I replied. Which- seemed like a good idea to me, since all our trees now, Seem- Well, So skinny...#nosmileys
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 13, 2004 3:04:19 GMT -5
Pretty interesting poem, but I think that would go into the environmentalist poems section. Well sorta, but still you have a very good command of metaphors, you rock!
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Post by poetryladycat on Oct 16, 2004 12:03:21 GMT -5
:)A great write strangeclouds, I think indians do more then that in a day lol.
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Post by KittenX on Oct 16, 2004 13:38:21 GMT -5
Awww lovely prose and powerfully constructed message that is carried at the end! Lots of hippie vibes! I enjoyed this, thanks.
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