Twist my rubber arm..

Te Puke and I laugh wisely together

thinking on similar lines.

Sitting stoned on the couch, long after my friend is gone..

Alone here with Mary-Jane, and a glaze in my eye.

 

Puff puff,  toke…

 

My day becomes brighter, and the pleasant numb feeling relaxes my soul.

A friend with weed, is a friend indeed.

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