Written, June 9, 2026 For The Contest, “The Stoner Collaboration” Sponsor, Charles Messina
I was sitting on the corner, stoned When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned How could this be, she rests in peace Right beside my loving niece I answered the phone, and my auntie said "I know you think that I am dead." "I'm alive,"- my auntie moaned Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned." I clutched my phone to fix the sound yet no solution could be found. But then it rang- heard loud and clear “I'm coming for you, nephew dear.” Those scary words made my hair stand Opened my eyes to see firsthand My auntie's speaking right to me "You had a dream- it's time for tea."
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