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Mushroom Tipping Point

So nervously, upon this earth I tread. Don't let me, again, go out of my head. My fragile mind persisted yet unbroken, ignoring all harsh words as they were spoken, until shattered with a sickening shriek. Done in, I was, as I heard a mushroom speak.

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CayCay Jennings

Date: 8/5/2025 8:41:00 PM

OK, the other day it was Newton, now I've read to in a row about mushrooms, one w/ a broken heart and another that speaks. Are you aware of what I'm putting down here? And, again, irrelevant, off the wall, humor is exactly perfect for my current humor needs. I thank you. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

David Crandall
Date: 8/6/2025 8:51:00 AM

glad you got a kick out of them. I think I've exhausted and fully explored the mushroom, now, got it out of my system.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 8/5/2025 3:37:00 PM

Have you been smoking crazy mushrooms? Ha!!

David Crandall
Date: 8/6/2025 8:50:00 AM

haha! maybe I have been cooking with some strange kind of mushroom!