Cancer patients, burned soldiers, pain patients...should I say more? are second guessed by desk jockeys with an official title depriving them of an everyday without pain, leaving the smugglers with a free road instead of hearing thousands of MD's clamoring for a better solution for their patients, instead of prescribing high toxic and dependance drugs.
Ahhh brings back such glorius memories of suede fringed vests, long harr (yes I actually had hair once), the Stones and peace symbols... I think if I hadn't given up smoking the cancer sticks I'd be surely tempted to come down and join you around a bong or two...
Rise and shine! Good morning Canada! OH it's a Cannabis not a Maple leaf well it's close, great picture my friend, saliva at this great art work, I mean sativa, you see you gots the juices flowing already, love the expanse in your vision of this poem, inspired you are my friend. Bless Ya! Jasmin Horst
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2009
Ed, you are incorrigible :-)
There was a time when I worked maintenance for Cardiff Affair Apartments in Campbell, California. For some reason, a bunch of law enforcement folks were tenants. Santa Clara County Sheriffs. Campbell Police. In the mornings, on the second- and third-floor walkways, every morning when it was sunny, all these green "Japanese maples" would appear, beautiful tall bushes, in their wooden half-wine-cask tubs. It was a sight to behold. At the same time, up in the Santa Cruz mountains, above Skyline Drive and up toward Kings Mountain, there was a meadow with a creek running through. The soil was a bit moist and a bit sandy, and I'll bet my grove of green "Japanese maples" has turned into a jungle by now.
And, Ed, I am the only one I have ever known who could not smoke the stuff. Nope. Tried a number of times. Turns me into a zombie. Terrible situation :-)
One toke over the line
sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sitting downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line.....
Just old memories passing me by
Peace Brother
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There was a time when I worked maintenance for Cardiff Affair Apartments in Campbell, California. For some reason, a bunch of law enforcement folks were tenants. Santa Clara County Sheriffs. Campbell Police. In the mornings, on the second- and third-floor walkways, every morning when it was sunny, all these green "Japanese maples" would appear, beautiful tall bushes, in their wooden half-wine-cask tubs. It was a sight to behold. At the same time, up in the Santa Cruz mountains, above Skyline Drive and up toward Kings Mountain, there was a meadow with a creek running through. The soil was a bit moist and a bit sandy, and I'll bet my grove of green "Japanese maples" has turned into a jungle by now.
And, Ed, I am the only one I have ever known who could not smoke the stuff. Nope. Tried a number of times. Turns me into a zombie. Terrible situation :-)
Ted
sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sitting downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line.....
Just old memories passing me by
Peace Brother
William
We Drink our Whiskey;
Maybe Pot For You, Bro;
But Fermented Grain For Me!
PS: I hope you don't forget my birthday again, this year.