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Take me away, where the path's unknown...
Down a trail, as my mind is blown...
Looking through squinting eyes,
As the sun beams down,
Wobbly legs, and wearing not a frown...
There imerges, the mellow within,
With Rushes of happy, and a want for sin,
But instead I sit, to feel the breeze,
as it blows through my hair, I think please
pack that bowl, nice and tight,
toke it up, and we'll feel right...
on fluffy clouds, our minds will lay,
my, oh my, what a great day.
- by morozco024 |
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- | Submitted on 01/17/2009 |
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- Title: Great Day
- Artist: morozco024
- Description: If it's not obvious enough, this poem is just chilling through the day, where it takes you...being stoned...this is how I felt the first time I got high...just mellow, light and somewhat ethereal...it was a great day.
- Date: 01/17/2009
- Tags: weed smoking high marijuana
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Kuro Fukai - 01/18/2009
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I really think it can be about a day in general.
You know, without the use of Marijuana.
It's still very good
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