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Sep 2018
bud
the marijuana
does the trick
removing those
bad thoughts that stick

the alcohol
halts the flood
that scent of you
inside my blood

the hazy nights
a stranger's love
hides the dagger
removes the glove

but once the high is over, my thoughts out of the mud
it's time to start all over, 7 grams of bud
Mary Allard
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