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It does not get any verse than this- 3

September 18, 2008

I danced naked in the barley fields,

Frolicked like an elf, sung joyous tunes.

Barley crop rustled in the wind,

Tickled my bare skin as I hopped about with gay abandon.

Barley crop tickled the insides of my ears and nose.

When I thought about it later, the vision was nice,

Except that I wish I had frolicked

Amid more exotic crops.

And why in heaven’s name

Hadn’t I worn earmuffs and nosemuffs?

Boy, that was one freaky motherfucker of a dream.

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