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how do i love thee?
Let me count the ways
From bong, bowl, joint, or blunt
i love yout thick and smokey haze
you make me laugh no matter why
my eyes are red, and my mouth is dry
i enjoy you in my house
you make me high, you take me far
to me your for sure no stranger
and nearby food's in danger
for when i smell your sweet scent
i don't mind that all me money's spent
when whats left in my bag is total shake
i feel my wallet start to quake
i know i'll buy you over and over
stoned as hell, i'm in the clover
i love the feeling of being trashed
and dread the words"this bowl is cashed"
Gettting high makes me want to sing,
even tho i can't
But i'll still smoke you,wronge or not
i live each day,I smoke my pot
by the way its 420