There's frost on the corn
tonight.
I think I'll levitate
above the back forty,
check out the other crop,
the one hidden
from aerial-view.
When they pass the legislation,
we'll make millions,
the scarecrow & me,
my silent partner
in herbal-crime.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
There's frost on the corn
tonight.
I think I'll levitate
above the back forty,
check out the other crop,
the one hidden
from aerial-view.
When they pass the legislation,
we'll make millions,
the scarecrow & me,
my silent partner
in herbal-crime.
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