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she looked down at the dog’s cancerous paw rubbing again the medicated salve produced from politicized plant material and a little ole American knowhow a slight grumble escapes his floppy jowls the ever-present battle against carcinogens as, daily, we breathe what fukushima offers and drink fluoridated water while pesticides may as well be considered a nutritional supplement she reaches down and pats a greying head absentmindedly from 68 lbs. back to 110 one year and seven months of cannabis oil has given us a new lease on an old dog visions of my mother in the end-of-life care facility bed stuffing pounds into capsules to grant life falling short when it was needed most four months and 12 days ago I couldn’t do for her what I did for my dog she takes the old man out to the field adjacent our home he runs and bounds stops to munch grass and roll around on the green he cannot see the green rolls around in my head as I cannot see either
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
Failure Tinged with Success
she looked down at the dog’s cancerous paw rubbing again the medicated salve produced from politicized plant material and a little ole American knowhow a slight grumble escapes his floppy jowls the ever-present battle against carcinogens as, daily, we breathe what fukushima offers and drink fluoridated water while pesticides may as well be considered a nutritional supplement she reaches down and pats a greying head absentmindedly from 68 lbs. back to 110 one year and seven months of cannabis oil has given us a new lease on an old dog visions of my mother in the end-of-life care facility bed stuffing pounds into capsules to grant life falling short when it was needed most four months and 12 days ago I couldn’t do for her what I did for my dog she takes the old man out to the field adjacent our home he runs and bounds stops to munch grass and roll around on the green he cannot see the green rolls around in my head as I cannot see either
I have started work on the first epic poem in 1000 years basing itself off the year I spent fighting my mother's cancer with cannabis oil...this poem inspired what will be that book.
s-lyman-temple
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
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