A hit I need,
Yes, a hit of the weed,
Born of a small brown seed,
Of my mind I have been freed…
I have of late abstained,
For the life of me I can’t explain,
Living here alone in my house self-contained,
Within my being it is quite naturally ingrained…
By bong, by joint, by pipe,
Don’t want to make any hype,
Trust me if you were here you would not have a gripe,
Fortunately to post this to you, I have learned how to type…J
© ed 01/10/07
Love Tinka
Turn on, tune in, print out! But for me just now, as I look at the clock on the wall, it's 'pick up, release, pour out!