First of the Month


It was the first of the month
And the guys were elevated
Their bodies and their minds
were separated
This is what peace is,
The Wise One thought
The High Times
was this stories plot
The Magician was in
A combined mental state
And The Egyptian just thought
This feeling was great
As always The Turtle,
Was cool and composed
They were open-minded
And never closed
They were hearing noises
And seeing colors
They were just happy
Hanging with their brothers

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