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Tripped Out Fish

This is a little poem I did one night thinking about mushrooms and also yellow submarine and my own sort of little world.

A lone mushroom on the edge of a cliff

A fish below swimming not expecting a trip

Crumble, the earth fades away

It slides down to the waves with it’s poison

The psychedelic bug eyed fish in the ocean

A puffer fish looks like a mace to goldie, swinging violently in the water

A shark like a sword but too late

He is gone, this trip has ended in death

That was a bad trip a fish had once

When a mushroom fell from a cliff

No happy delusions this time

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