Run this Rhyme

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a sin is harvesting when the trichs are not mature...
 
smoking zigzags are a bore
i love smoking blunts so much more
 
more more give me more, fill the bong, light the bowl and watch it roar..
 
The bong be full, the match be lit, beyond that point I don't give a ****!
 
**** is good, pass it around and hit it again, then feel the rush as the stone begins...
 
feeling the flow run though my mind, smoking this joint until it's done, leaving the roach behind
 
roaches a many, thousands in a box, roll and smoke one of these babies and get knocked out of your socks...
 
Roses are red and Blueberry, well its blue,,, but i love my own PP and if you dont then stuff you :)
 
Thru out this tread one thing rings true, Many a poet belong in a zoo
 
Zoo's are crule and the animals should be free'd along with our rights to be able to smoke weed...
 

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