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May 2015
People say marijuana is "The gate way drug"
My response is
Yes, the gate way to your mind
And that is only if you make time,
My mind is full of gates not yet unlocked
Around each corner a new gate appears
Fears, tears, and terrors all hidden behind gates,
Once you unlock the gate all time stands still and all worries are gone,
The mind is set free and time flows
It doesn't really rhyme. Just kind of what's been on my mind lately
TimeFlows
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TimeFlows  Arkansas
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