The fumes
from the shrooms,
consumed
me,
my mind mooned,
making musical tunes.
Presumed,
as the party boomed,
my thoughts
were groomed,
we all
giggled and gooned,
as the
moon
vanished so soon,
the morning
light lumed
A contest entry
- Acid Trip (18+) by Jfd.
375 points, ended September 17, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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smile xxpp
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nice flow and great word play....thanks for entering!
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wow very goooooooood
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