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Untitled Pot

So what if they smoke pot? So what if they are different? I love hippies, I respect them. It's just my way of seeing things. It's not going to help to build walls, every bump in the road, If you do score some reefer madness, you may ignore this message, I will love you just the same! But of course I'm there down below, Filthy with the animals, you look down on me and shame, You're quite the "pure hearted" one for which we all must change, So if I were like you-which by now I should already be-I'll take a puff Of hippy kindness so my breath wont make you have to leave.
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alan-s-bailey
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Published
Jul 19, 2015
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Puff the magic draggin'...who lives by the sea...

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#control#pot#stupidity#clumsy#fools#arrogant#hippies#reefer#indignified
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