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How have I never found this thread before??? I am an amateur poet I guess, and I write A LOT. This is my favorite poem that I wrote about weed.
Our Mother Earth holds peacefulness, unique and special power,
growing brand new states of mind beneath a dried-out leafy flower,
fogging, fixing, glitching, twitching, somewhere out inside the zone,
I got a plant thatís made for baking, and itís happy and home grown,
and Iím not absolutely sure that Iím not absolutely crazy,
Ďcause as I write this shitty rhyme, this room gets so damn hazy
and I see all people in the world from different places
spread peace, and share stories with smiles on their faces,
itís the one and only mother natureís gift to everyone
itís flavored like the summertime, and always smells like fun
so letís bake in the sun, letís get a bag that weighs a ton,
a nug without a single seed, itís simple and itís all you need,
so fuck the meth and fuck the speed,
just keep it chill,
and light that weed.