Miles High And Bone Dry Poem by Dorsey Baker

Miles High And Bone Dry



Smoke the dope
stay high
but without
wings to fly
A spoonful
just enough to
dull your brain
make you forget
your stress and strain
losing your identity
in yourself
and when finding it gone
you'll have no sense
of yourself or
Identity of your own.

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