The proof is everywhere;
The mushroom rings burst through the grass
Into the morning air
They danced all through the starlit night,
They sang beneath the moon;
They tried to slip into my dreams
And lure me with a tune.
But I was stronger than they thought,
My door was locked and barred,
But they were there, no doubt remains…
The proof is in my yard!
Or maybe I just need a good weed and feed..... NAH!!!!!
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