Went to bed for a nap at seven,
Dreamed a lot of being in heaven,
Expected to be there in fact when I woke,
But here I am back in my life craving a toke…
Almost now three,
Could climb a tree,
My desires make me craving,
I know, I know I am just herein raving…
Sorry for my lack of good writing,
But at this particular time with myself I am fighting,
This only happens in the middle of the night,
I wish I could just tell this craving to go fly a kite…
Always,
Deborah
Ron
Keep on truckin...
Love ya!
Jane
AT THIS MOMENT AM ON THE 'POT'
BURNING PAIN HURTS A LOT !
STRONG MARTYR I AM NOT !
WOULD TAKE A POKE AT A 'TOKE'
IF I HAD ONE ... NO JOKE !
Rx