I know you play a lot, work a lot and proly can't tell it apart. So after working games and playing work you sat down wrote **** while smoking poetry. Not aging with every hour that went by. But by and by you grew high, oh my 70years high as the **** withers old and is cremated white ash scattered in the sea of dust. Wisdom is a ****
To the lover of my youth, and the yellow in my tooth. To the flower's greatest prize, and the red behind my eyes. God knows I love you, you're green but true blue, oh Mary Jane, my girl, this one's for you.