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i wrote a little poem about an experience i had around my birthday and i'd like to share it with you all. i do have a wav recorded, if you want to hear it, go to my site http://spot.putergod.net and go to the Poetry section.

Waiting, not hating,
Sitting, chilling,
Time killing,
Toking and choking.

Old man pops,
He called the cops.
We said "yeah right"
And took off with fright.

Out of the blue,
It was the Man.
Yes, it's true.
Oh ****, we ran!.

We got away,
Kept them at bay.
It was late in May.
Us, toking in an alleyway.


Waiting, not hating,
Sitting, chilling,
Time killing,
Toking, and choking.

On the last day,
Late in May,
We had a bowl,
Lifted our soul.

I gave the bowl a tap.
It was cached.
We took a nap,
We were smashed.

May came and went.
We made but a dent,
Had our fill.
Oh, what a thrill.