420
420
Can you see me through the smoke?
Are my eyes lit up like fire?
Through every flick and every flash
My stoned soul is getting higher.
I take a hit, and I puff again
Clockwise is how I pass,
Forgetting to pay attention
I try to never sit on the grass.
I hold my hit and cough out loud
To my right it comes again,
To legalize this beautiful plant
One day we just might win.
Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2015
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