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Flower Child

It was her incense on the breeze
A whiff of possibilities
And then the flowers in her hair
He somehow couldn't help but stare

She offered ganja in a joint
He took one toke, and saw the point
She then removed her tie-dyed dress
Her intent he could surely guess

She tossed the joint and sucked his cock
And it didn't come as any shock
These were the days of something wild
And he then had his Flower Child.
Written by crowfly
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Author's Note
The flower children were hippies back in the '60s.
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