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Jun 2013
as I walked up the neighbors back stairs
there was a distinct smell of Mary Jane on the air
I knocked on the door and waited a while
then the neighbor's son opened the door wearing a ****** smile

in his hand
he had a bag of twisties
he told me
he had the munchies

I
was
nearly
overcome
by
Mary Jane
drifting
out
of
the
window
pane

then he started to laugh uncontrollably
and I looked around to see what was so funny
I thought he might have been having a private joke
after all he'd been tugging on a ****** smoke

I told him to tell his mother
to drop in at my place
as I'd like to talk to her
about her son being off his face
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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