| A Thought and a Prayer in the The Marijuana Field God planted the seed and gave us weed. I suppose He had a reason. A reason, indeed. The terminally ill cries, and some close their eyes, protecting our laws, another painfully dies. A medicine for hundreds of years. Unknown uses yet to appear. For the good of all people, Explore, do not fear. Economic uses, there is no end, To our economy, marijuana's a friend. We could put a tax on it for our Defenses to spend. Most of us know what some of us say, it's safer than alcohol on any given day, Throughout American history it's been used without dismay. Some keep their opinions locked inside, respecting the laws they wish to abide. But for the good of the people, behind our laws we can't hide. May the knowledge be revealed, the sick be healed, old laws repealed... and our economy flourish in the marijuana field. Amen |
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| Her name is Crack She is the devil in disquise. She knows how to hypnotize. Stealing souls is her game. She goes by the name of Crack Cocaine. She can make a good man steal, An honest man lie, A mother leave her children, And none of them know why. She can tear a family in two. Take everything that belongs to you. She has no feelings and does not care, So, if you meet her, PLEASE BEWARE. |
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| by Dan Shilton |
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