This is the first poem i wrote when i was ripped. Hope ya like it.
The tenderness of my fragile mind.
Unprepaired frowhat my eyes would find.
Feeling time and space go by.
Passing me up as I get high.
With love at heart and happyness in hand.
I realize my life when I get canned.
Seeing the sounds on the chair where I sit.
Everything has meaning when I get lit.
Finding my mind in a life of it's own.
These are the thoughts of a kid who is stoned.
Thoughts
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