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by allidoiswrite82 Jul 27, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Man, don't you know it takes me there With all I worry about One hit and I don't have to care If I could I leave my head in the clouds stay high forever believe me no doubt I need to take two hits just to take two hits after that its a warfare against potato chips I can focus, drive and smoke some more While riding Mary Jane lounging up on cloud four Just a hop from sexy ol' cloud nine, And I'm headed there next to get me mine because after I smoke I'm hard as a Missile and with impaired vision Any womens official I just don't get what all the fuss is about Mr. Bush you wanna see real Anarchery let there be a weed drought Just pass the bong, pipe, or blunt After this we'll smoke again I got all you want