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“Scape”

Dear vape

you’re quick escape

from the stress, you’ll scrape

although my lungs aren’t in shape

soon my life will become a video tape

unless I instead get addicted to a grape

yet you’re still my hero, only without a cape

my vape…

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This weed smells like ants rats

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What if we gave

the smartest monkeys

infinite weapons?

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Maybe one day

they'll let me play

with the other girls

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Sometimes

he sits

like a tempura shrimp and

sometimes

when he gets the mouse

he rubs it on his

big ol handsome cheeks.

My cat

Gets up on the thing

But he can't have any

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I went on one date with a girl in this cemetery.

My weed was too strong for her.

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Who did you say this weed was from? "The Grody Brody"? It smells very bad.

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Master of flower, im toking the j

Smoking your dabs and hitting the vape

Blinded by smoke I can't see a thing

Just call my name if u got more green

Flower

Flower

Just call my name if u got more green

Flower

Flower

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When the weed hits? no

When the weed gently caresses your naked body and whispers in your ear “I’ll be with you forever, if you let me” yes

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weed = wisdom

smoke energy

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( 🎶 Tomorrow's Mine 🎵)

You awoke me

Unleashed a fire in my cart

I will toke and I will outsmoke them

Hit blinkers in the park

Your mistake was to

Underestimate my flower

Won't let go of the pipe

Til tomorrow's mine

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( 🎶 Tomorrow's Mine 🎵)

You awoke me

Unleashed a fire in my cart

I will toke and I will outsmoke them

Hit blinkers in the park

Your mistake was to

Underestimate my flower

Won't let go of the pipe

Til tomorrow's mine

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Cool

I hope I get high from smoking tomorrow

I hope I toke all day long

They say that reggie is better than mids

We're pretty sure they're all wrong

I hope I smoke mids forever

I hope I never smoke indo

And I hope you cough before I do

I hope im always a toker

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Weed

Fog

by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes on little cat feet.

It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

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Only now

Do I let the sun

kiss my skin.

And im going to smoke weed

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my mind hurts more than any toke I take

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I Told My Doctor

It hurts me when I do this

He said

Don't do it