The Hippy Tent
By Tegs
Intermingling coloursplay across your mind.Strange rythmns, groovy beats swimming up your spine.Strange smells tickle your sensesfreeing your soul,They help you let goAnd leave this plane.Wallowing around in nothingnessfloating in sweet honeysmiling at the worldand feeling calm again. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 02:56 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Intermingling coloursplay across your mind.Strange rythmns, groovy beats swimming up your spine.Strange smells tickle your sensesfreeing your soul,They help you let goAnd leave this plane.Wallowing around in nothingnessfloating in sweet honeysmiling at the worldand feeling calm again...."