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Mar 2016
The green gives me life,
I roll them,
I smoke them,
I let my body rise,
I taste them,
I boil them, strain them,
I drink them,
as my favorite tea,
I bake them,
and eat them,
for a higher treat.
Respect the Green.
Poetic Artiste
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Poetic Artiste  32/F/Boston
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