hippies

limra

its noon again, and
i've ignored everyone
and gone off alone

i don't consider it really apart though
whats in them is in me

i grow wild like onion grass
near the river

then i start talking about going on home with the trees,
the leaves know what i mean, they ask the sun
the sun says, im just spinning around, i'm very revolutionary
i like my coffee cold, i enjoy long walks on the beach
my favorite color is teal

everyone ends up hears this, its like a huge bellow,
many lose their hearing forever (gaining a miraculous hidden sense in the process), some asteroids are actually able to make it back from the resulting gail
back to Wanti

love is good, babe, got my motorcycle and my juicer is my friend
i eat the little winds i'm lent too, because i know they wont die

and yeah the trees have grown a lot, and the carpenters have gone on to bigger and better things
"a'hempin' is a home, resurrectin!"
dang hippies
ya gotta love em