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33 lines
960 B
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Subject: My first trip
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Red Roses, Red Roses, Red Roses. They pricked my finger and their poison got
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into me system. !8hrs. of pure fun. Didn't know what was going on but then
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again I didn't give a shit. I've got a poem to show you what I mean: "The
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Long and Winding Trip"
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sitting down on a mountain high
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shootin up to see the sky
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watching all the birds fly by
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you can see everything when your high
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colors of no immagination
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all things of variation
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everything is one fixation
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with the sky you have a relation
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lasts for only thirteen hours
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you seek out unknow powers
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thoughts and feelings- showers and showers
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prettiest things look like flowers
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trip has gone from sweet to bad
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everything you see suddenly clad
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can't come out, your going mad
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a peaceful state is what you had.
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LSD has become the world to me. Thank you for letting me share my poetry.
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Time to drop my hits, I have 3. Will I have more, lets wait and see. Thanx a
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lot.
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Nico Blue, says "high"
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