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"A Poem that Stones"

Green is mean? I think not.

Green is a relaxing thought. Sought to destroy hate that rots.

Green **** in a plentiful dream, weed....ahhh breathe.

Please see the benefits of green **** that helps breathe.

Health, anti-diseases, fights cancer that bleeds. You, me, and we.

Green, green, and more green.

Quite a pleasant dream. Alternative fuel, extra oxygen, peaceful scene.

Weed...weed...weed..see?

**** doesn't control you. Do you control yourself?

Green...green...and more green.

Does stupid wood and paper industries agree?

**** green... more peaceful ****

Does alcohol suit your needs? Does **** cause violent deeds?

Weed...serene green...Plead to legalize ****

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david-ayres
Irish
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Apr 29, 2013
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