HippyInEngland
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Call it any name you may
That little weed of infamy
From seed to smoke its fraught with law
Not that we care...anymore
Wet paper towel or glass of water
Or cutting taken guaranteeing daughter
Tap root or cutting, our eyes do stare
As new life created, hidden from bear
Whilst our babies struggle at first
We carefully nurture and satisfy thirst
They repay with growth at alarming speed
So we start the nutes taken eagerly with greed
Sometimes forced and sometimes not
Flowering starts on our beautiful pot
Long days wait and many worries
As trichomes grow in bundles and flurries
Timber day comes and saddened heart
Takes to hand a knife to start
Taking fruit so carefully grown
As on the floor lays her backbone
Her life is over, the floor a mess
As we study our conquest
So now for drying and slow for sure
Then cure in jars to fully mature
Bong or joint or vape or eaten
Its followers will not be beaten
Natures gift of purity
No synthetic drug is for me
Simple green thats grown with love
With help of sun or lights above
Hydro, soil, perlite and nutes
Help us grow some perfect beauts
Tall or short or fat or lanky
Spaces me out and sends me cranky
Next day I return to enjoy some more
Of that beautiful Mary that I adore
Hippy
That little weed of infamy
From seed to smoke its fraught with law
Not that we care...anymore
Wet paper towel or glass of water
Or cutting taken guaranteeing daughter
Tap root or cutting, our eyes do stare
As new life created, hidden from bear
Whilst our babies struggle at first
We carefully nurture and satisfy thirst
They repay with growth at alarming speed
So we start the nutes taken eagerly with greed
Sometimes forced and sometimes not
Flowering starts on our beautiful pot
Long days wait and many worries
As trichomes grow in bundles and flurries
Timber day comes and saddened heart
Takes to hand a knife to start
Taking fruit so carefully grown
As on the floor lays her backbone
Her life is over, the floor a mess
As we study our conquest
So now for drying and slow for sure
Then cure in jars to fully mature
Bong or joint or vape or eaten
Its followers will not be beaten
Natures gift of purity
No synthetic drug is for me
Simple green thats grown with love
With help of sun or lights above
Hydro, soil, perlite and nutes
Help us grow some perfect beauts
Tall or short or fat or lanky
Spaces me out and sends me cranky
Next day I return to enjoy some more
Of that beautiful Mary that I adore
Hippy
