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caramelkisses

sitting on the dock of the bay,
gar rolled up, filled with that yea.
no one esle to smoke it but me,
there are miles of water, as far as i can see.
the birds and the sky, are my only friends,
i hit the goo, inhale, hold it then exhale again.
i do these things mainly, to clear my busy mind,
i inhale then exhale, thinking of hard times.
by hard times i mean, life as a whole,
living it day to day, not by what i've been told.
i hear others say, that world peace comes from within,
i ponder the thought to be unlikely, then hit the goo again
we are forgotten and mistreated, right here at home,
i hit the goo, put it out....now you tell me what's going on......