I can only assume that
what I saw during my ketamine haze
was not sea monkeys flying through
the air with nymphs on their backs,
nor unicorns racing against centaurs
off the freeway -
but truly, it couldn't
have been you inspecting
my best friend's tonsils on
a street made of sippy-straws --
No, that would be too far fetched,
as the talking walrus agrees
with me...
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