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Sep 2016
sit and chill a minute.
we all got the time
to waste.
light a blunt and **** it.
savor the flavors, swirling
smoke taste.
indica,
sativa,
anything to please ya//
knockin back,
bowl pack,
I succeed in drawbacks.
if I lived a life too real
I'd lose it fast, got no appeal.
kneedleknees
Written by
kneedleknees  North of Carolina
(North of Carolina)   
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