Old friends…

Red wine & smoking,

a mellow night with my friend.

Memory lane stalking,

with a Mary-Jane blend.

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Stella…

 

When Stella lost her mojo,images (2)

the colours turned to gray.

She roamed the streets of Limbo,

she forgot to laugh and play.

Her shed became a hidey hole,

her projects gathered dust.

In that smoke filled room,

Stella sat with her gloom,

and picked holes in herself with disgust.

 

 

Thank you for the first line M8M8. Xx

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Bloody Mary…

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

how does your nose not grow?42248-All-Lies

It’s fabrications you tell,

plain deceit that you sell…

Truth always comes out,

don’t you know…

 

 

 

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Wasted timing…

Bottomless eyes

staring deep into space,

while smoke slowly drifts to the sky.

Lovingly lost

deep in Nothings embrace,

unaware,  in the bliss,  flying high.

 

 

 

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Wasted Monday…

Puffing the day away.

Songs out of tune.

Head in the clouds.

A high afternoon.

Dance around solo.

Skip to no beat.

Wasting the moment.

Smoking a treat.

 

 

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Mellow moments…

A peaceful companion

I find in myself.

Today’s woes are slipping away.

Smoke drifts through the air.

A forgotten warm beer.

Mary-Jane takes her place,

centre stage.

 

 

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