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Oct 2016
Mary Jane moving her hips
Upon my reach in finger tips,
As I put the green grass on my lips.

Fell by the ditch,
Puffing those skunks,
And ride those green dragons high above.

Baby, boom, dare I dream,
Baby, boom, haze and cream,
Baby, boom, scent of *** steam.

Tasty herbs hunger play,
Those roots ****** all day,
Let me pay and sleep or lay.

For this is why I obey,
To have you on my finger tips,
And taste you on my very lips.
Torched by Mary Jane, and finding bliss upon her haze.

Notes: I have done my journey through a pipe once as a young adult, but seeing as this generation seems to do it often then not, I thought I would try to express words that they may understand?
Dawn of Lighten
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Dawn of Lighten  39/M/Highland of stars
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