Wonderful, Mrs. Bird…
Is that like hot on the mushroom tail?
We’ve seen none in the midnight city of Vancouver British Columbia Canada, Planet Earth…
‘hot on the mushroom tail’? I have no idea what that means.
Our snow is melting. Almost gone from the backyard, but still can be seen in the hills.
Well, you’d have to be a drug addict to understand that one, magick mushrooms grow in a farmer’s field where cattle shit lot’s, so when you pick magick mushroom you find them in bunches, where the cowshit, once was…
Patches of these all over the farmer’s field, therefore;
“hot on the mushroom trail!”
No trail, no mushroom..
A lesson for the teacher in drug abuse!
with love chris
Yeah. Never into hallucinogens.
And that’s all good darling, i don’t know if i would like you have been throughout any of those types of worlds,
you’re beautiful fine right where you are darling!
O-Yes about the snow, luck you, the only snow we see, is on the Lion Mountains in the North-Shore Range..
Sweet wet kisses chris
Try, and prevail, on the trail.
Huh?! I need to ponder this one
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Shawn Bird is a high school English teacher, poet, and YA author in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary and a former Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
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