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#itbends
It bends like A joint would, Swaying in the wind’s Play, as would a joint Be swayed by the fingers Of the smoker. But it is not harmful, Though you would take them as one. When the sun sets In golden dips, It turns into something Beautiful.
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC
It Bends