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Jun 2014
I look out at the light
red filling in my eyes
with Indica rising
I look like I
Am a textbook stoner
preparing for the test
by reading all the answers
there is no question left
except the meaning of life
which I might well express
except again, I thought up
another good question
again I realize that I
don't know for sure where my pipe is.

It's about this big. Like between the size of an index finger and a *****.
I know that's vague because I didn't specify yours or mine
--But my ***** is twenty inches long
and a device that long would probably be a water pipe.

(I don't want to get arrested)
Obama's listening, oh
and I don't own one, oh
seriously, did you see where I put that ******* thing?
It's No Cash Monday.
Talarah Shepherd
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Talarah Shepherd  Portland
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