WeedA Poem by DeathHazeIt makes me high. It makes me hungry. It makes me grumpy. It makes me laugh. It makes me smile. It makes me cute. It makes me light. It makes me lovely. It makes me speak. It makes me sad. It makes me funny. It makes me think. It makes me wander. It makes me sleepy. © 2013 DeathHaze |
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