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So, after a few weeks without a good internet connection I'm back with another poem for you guys.
Finite Fantasy
To free flowing field's
I would freely float.
Fleeting falling fantasy
Like flies in forests far reaching;
Forever following flowing forms.
I wrote it after a few day poppy tea binge.
I ran out of poppies, the fun ran out, and the pen came to life.
i enjoyed that one.
Welcome back
although i dont really remmeber you.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Get it...? Scream... lol Sorry...good poem. Welcome back. :)
The Fog :rastasmoke:
I don't get it Fog. Can you explain it to me?
Thanks
Seriously? :wtf:
The Fog :rastasmoke:
LOL
No, I got it. I guess the sarcasm didn't transmit over the interner
Well...I thought you were being sarcastic, but then you put "Thanks," so I was like...shit, maybe he really doesn't get it...meh...anyway...
:stoned::stoned::stoned::stoned:
The Fog :rastasmoke:
the thanks was for the compliment