Wild Mushrooms
I ate some wild mushrooms and
I saw the woods turn
Into a battle ground
Among the trees
Whom came to life holding swords
They were battling each other
As the wind encircles me
It spoke to me in a foreign language
Whispering as it twirled me
Around slowly
The squirrels even spoke
They made fun of me as I
Laid partly comma toast on the ground
I even saw large butterflies
Flapping their wings and flying backwards
Giant bees flew in front of me
As they spits different colors
From their mouth
As they en-case my body
Inside of their red and blue colored honey
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