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Post by Prophet on Apr 5, 2011 19:06:19 GMT -8
Caught in Cambria
We left Morrow Bay, Nick & I, my belly filled with a taqueria burrito, And I breathed in my breath of freedom; We listened to Reggae music & I shared my poetry & songs, And though the full moon awaited, I had no Idea how magical my quest was to become. We pulled into Cambria, in the late afternoon, early evening, and I met the lovely lucid Anna, and her two male, dark haired, Anarchist artist, high school friends. She was Jones’in’ for a hit of that magical sacred herb, and it had been before I was caught and locked down that I had puffed any myself. There was no piece, So the lovely Anna went on A quest for a piece of fruit. A friend of Nick’s showed up on the scene, A Dark Knight, The Hippy Hermit, And Anna showed up with An apple and a pen --- Poke, Poke, instant Apple Bowl The herb is chronically delicious, and the apple makes it sweet. I find a common understanding With these pixie hippies of a new millennium. Nick, the Hippy Hermit and I leave the scene, For Nick has to work---- Two strangers arrive at the beach and the full moon awaits.
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