Oh dear

 





Oh dear



I ate some mushrooms one day that lay untouched in the field and strolled into the city somewhat disorientated

Everyone was clothed Strange Looking at me as if I was deranged or had antlers instead of ears A disruption to their quiet conceitedness

But the sun shone and I strolled

and as he became a tree and her hair was as a bird I was giddy as a butterfly and heavy as the world

Then the frosty thud of sobriety took the form of the authorities and I ran yes I ran just as fast as I can back to the forest as a deer afraid of man

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