Mushroom (revisited)

I threw a mushroom in the air

I saw it land I know not where;

now these few words I have to share,

for they are truly beyond compare.


Words from that very mushroom:

‘Up and up, into the air, and up

much higher than the buttercup,

my face it wears a worried frown

for what goes up, it must come down.’


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