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Sep 2011
I was sitting at the edge of the woods,
Feeling the saliva glaze my throat.
I told them all this **** was good,
Conversating with my ghost.
Like a leaf on a river floating aimlessly no where,
I got washed up in the end.
A girl was there to bring me here,
This is what she said:

Man with hair as brown as earth,
Listen to my words.
Plants can heal,
Plants can ****.
People can heal,
People do ****.
Peace was lost,
Yet to be found.
Share your plant,
Earn the crown.

And She disappeared out of the blue,
I knew exactly what to do.

Now I write with HIGH *** hope,
To spread the love Ive learned to know.
The temper is gone,
I've disposed of hate.
You wont understand,
Until you can relate.
"Give peace a chance"
Said a wise, wise man,
Before your last dance,
Lend a hand.
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Not everybody gets a chance to live life to its fullest, so why not take that chance? **** the fighting, **** judgement, **** so-called "medicine". Negotiate. Smoke a joint and chill. Open your mind. Learn to love. If I can do it, so can the world.
Brian Ray
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