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Poetry By: poewhit
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Tags: Poetry, Poem, Drugs


PROFILE OF A POT SMOKER


Submitted:Feb 11, 2008    Reads: 302    Comments: 21    Likes: 5   


Its just a growing weed.

With funny little seeds.

Smoke has a funny odor.

I'M in a world of clover.

Like steps up heavens stairs.

Soon I have no cares.

My memory is full of wild hairs.

Where are the steps any more.

I'M on a cloud without any doors.

Out the window, I just stare.

I'm without any real cares.

My life just melts away.

Time passes, where are the days.

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JESUS SAVES





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