I rise looking out the window
To the east in this flat land
Winds blow. Searching for my trin-no.
To roll up and fire up take my first blow
Of flat land gas! It legalized in the
Crooked letter crooked letter I.
After decades of unaccepting this pleasant
Cannabis herb. No more kicking the
Flat land walls. It’s don’t worry, be happy to
Us all.
I’m eligible to smoke til I fall clapping my
Hands and feet all the same time
Laffing at all this shit. Ya’ll.
My dreams are in order, my mind no filled
With clutter. Fresh start, Hi-Rise.
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