My Hippie Man
I seen a man A hippie Man sitting in the park
On the middle bench to be exact,
Hello hippie man where are your people?
He looked around he spoke no sound but the grass was green and the flowers
making there way to my hand as usual,
Left hand to be exact
This Hippie man spoke so low
As I did to
We laughed
He laughed No idea's One love RIGHT??
Now this hippie man his acid level was HIGH
So high i turned too
He looked in my eye Both And he said
With his pipe to be exact,
I am the hippie man and you are my people
my daisy my lily but mainly my weed
Stop by get high
Love the hippie man
to be exact.
Copyright © Ashlew Wright | Year Posted 2009
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