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I look forward to it.
Safe journey.
Weed
Green, Alive
Burn, Inhale, Relax
Nature's gift to man
Cannabis
"Sand
Soft, Warm
Lie, Bake, Burn
From horizon to horizon
Beach"
This one got me first place in the Bar's weekend poetry contest-
Bears
Naked, Shaved
Blushing, Shivering, Complaining
It will grow back
Bare
The Bar has a poetry contest each weekend. That's exactly the kind of free-form verse that could win you first place.
*Strawberry coughs*
Even during the week they're pretty lively too. Let you smoke there and everything. They even have big hookahs, if you forgot your own pipe.
Lies around in the sand, enjoying the sunshine
The podpeople turn over to tan their backs
Finished tanning, the podpeople sit in the shade of an umbrella sipping beer
And a good time was had by all.
Picks up litter off the beach
Puts litter on the beach
Picks up litter off the beach
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lxd6NjERpuI
"Hurricane Bob is petering out
And Charlotte's on the way
She's taking Amtrak
And I'm mopping, mopping, mopping
My Ford Fiesta floats O.K
It's in the garage, not in the bay
And Charlotte's on the way
And I'm mopping, mopping, mopping
Oh, no
Charlotte's on the way
Oh, no
Must it be today?
She puts the mascara on the eye of the storm
The lines are down -- Bees are beginning to swarm
Help me, Help me!
And Charlotte's on the way!
And I'm mopping, mopping, mopping
Oh, no
Charlotte's on the way
Oh, no
Must it be today?
Oh, I gotta
Keep on mopping
Gotta clean up
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta!
I am a palm tree
But I'm down on my knees with the last of the sponges
I don't think that I can take it
Oh, no
And Charlotte's on the way
And I'm mopping, mopping, mopping
Oh, no
Charlotte's on the way..."
There was a gardener over in Leeds
Who discovered while pulling at weeds
If he smoked some in a pipe
He could work from morning to night
Now at cultivation he truly succeeds
♫ "A friend called me the other day and this is what he said
It's just the thing, my smoking buddy, to clear your cloudy head
Got a big ol' bucket, more than enough to satisfy your need
It's green and sticky and dank and smells like a cat just peed
- Bucket of weed, bucket of weed
We're gonna smoke a bucket of weed
We've got more than we'll ever need
We got a bucket of weed
I'll be right over, I replied, as if I needed to
I knew at once what what it was my friend was alluding to
Pupils contracting, mouth gone dry, my stoner heart did speed
Who can decline when the offer is to smoke a bucket of weed
- Bucket of weed, bucket of weed
We're gonna smoke a bucket of weed
We've got more than we'll ever need
We got a bucket of weed" ♫
Waves and turns on the stereo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jfAabpQT5A
"I ride cross the desert on my camel
Over hills of sand.
(Hills of sand)
What's that I see in the distance?
Only hills of sand.
(Hills of sand)
There is no oasis in sight;
I'll have to ride through the night
If I'm to make Baghdad by light
Of dawn.
The sun's not your friend in the desert
Like he is at home.
(Is at home)
The wind has a name in the desert
(Scirocco!)
But it's barely known
(Barely known)
It's only the hardiest bloom
That can blossom in darkest Khartoum;
So I will just stay in my room
Tonight.
The desert isn't free with her secrets:
She's a silent bird.
(Quiet bird)
I asked the Sphinx for the answer,
It said, "Mum's the word."
So I'll catch the Zanzibar train
And sleep 'til I'm wakened by rain
And I'm back in Olde Englande againe
Once more."
You gonna hang around, man? I could get the volleyball net set up again.
I'd taken it down to use it for an ill-fated attempt at fishing in the surf.
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