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Posted to Action Poetry

individual: dear neighbor, your friend's car is parked on my property.

group: its not hurting anything, is it?

individual: no, but i'm an asshole. and i'm gonna shoot you.

group: you can't do that because it would suck.

individual: well what do you suggest?

group: lets make love, not war.

hedonist orgy erupts, quiescent passion, wild turkey flowing peace pipes filled with robust ganja passing smiles campfire sweat bodies tangled meshed with earth dead leaves and full moon howls

sixteen years later punk bastards conceived that fateful night plot to murder their crazy hippy dippy fathers

wanda sighed