To BeA Poem by Alfred KukitzOr notTo Be Funny how I found you sitting lazy among fine oak Your smoke's weed drifting into a new consciousness A tok later you visited Mars the Cheshire smile extending into Jupiter Oh how the happy(s) make you all the more the person you wanted to be. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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