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The dew tastes salty

The sun comes up over the horizon,
Blinding me in its glare.
Dew steams from the concrete,
As I sit in the middle,
Between the broken white lines of the highway.
Cross legged, smoking weed from a pipe,
The highway gives a shudder,
Under my ass.
Whooooooosh.
They pass by me on either side,
Too stunned to make a sound.
Wishing that they had hit me,
They wish it, but are glad that they didn't.
The horizon shakes,
As I am joined by a dwarf,
'Mind if I join you'
'Not at all, have a toke'
A snake, a gopher and a moose.
They join us,
They bring cheese sandwiches.
The mouse shows up with dolphin safe tuna and lemon zest.
Cars begin to stop and ask for directions.
There is nowhere to go but here.
As the sun sinks behind me,
I understand that I've fallen out of bed.
Buddhaamc
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