Come on! Let's toke 'some stone', and talk about the past, the way we used to when our lips were young...when we didn't give a shit for anything, or even know how to.
Those were the days, weren't they? We were young and dumb and full of coming attractions! But, we knew some things too, as naive as we were, weren't we?
We were lover's and rhymer's and Jesus finder's on our way to Buddha's place and Alice's, where you can find anything. But, we were interrupted.
Now! Where were we? You forgot. I did not, and I'm still on the way to the parking lot where my 'brothers and sisters' remember me.
Come on over. Oh, and don't forget...the pot!
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Flashback, google pic
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