Wednesday, November 12, 2008

High.



I sat there alone in the dark,
waiting for a little spark,
so that the flame can come on by,
to light it up and then get high.
Inhale and let my mind take flight,
exhale and hold that blunt tight.
Chill and relax for a little bit of time
And that my friends is the ends of this rhyme.

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