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[bodytext] => It's Givin' Bought And Always Sold. It Is To Some Worth More Than Gold. It's Rolled And Smoked To Set You Free, I Hear The Rasta's, Use It's Leaves For Tea. Bake It In Brownies To Catch A Nice Glow, Turn On Some Bob Marley, Go With The Flow It Can Ease Pain, And Help You Sleep. Dont Abuse This Herb, Because Its Not Cheap Hold The Smoke Till It Burns Inside. Your Bloodshot Eyes You Try To Hide. You Never Thought That Smell Would Stay, In The Fibers Deep, In Your Coat That Day. You Would Like To Stop, But It Takes Ahold. Your Children Saw You, As You Smoked That Bowl. You Lie Awake And Can Not Sleep. The Thing You Broke Is The Lesson You Teach. It Can't Ease Pain Or Help You Sleep. It Hurts Them More Than You May See.... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 264 [topic] => 66 [informant] => bubbletoes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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