High Times Blues Poem by Frankie Von

High Times Blues

Rating: 2.1


Weed, Weed,
Born of a seed,
as i nourish,
darling you'll flourish,
into everything thing i wanna be

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ellias Anderson Jr. 28 July 2012

Wow! new and divine! feel of existence... weed can be a sign of life and living.... nice work, well done Frankie.

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