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Medical Pot

Medical pot is just what I don’t need. Took me twenty four years to mend my craving for the lesser evil deed, not counting the dough I had to spend. Cigarettes are nothing compared to pot. Say what you want, your physical health deteriorates, your mind starts to rot. Your life declines, along with your wealth. The case history of a young girl in need, I was fortunate enough to have privy to. At twenty four she was doing the dirty deed. Just to buy pot and do what pot heads do. Busted several times over five years. You can see her decline at a glance. The booking photos bring on tears. Her aging from pot is very advanced. So, no I don’t need the wonder weed. I hope you don’t let it bring you strife. This is the advice I hope you’ll heed. You, your family, all those in your life. © Jun 10 2010 For Michael’s Medical Marijuana contest .

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Date: 6/12/2010 12:39:00 AM
You write the truth, pot destroys, not just the body but the mind, it takes hold of a person's, soul, until there is nothing left.. your writing is deep and powerful.. well done.. best of luck in the contest... love Constance
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Date: 6/11/2010 5:26:00 AM
Pulls at my heart- I understand your point very well- my poem `why not` is related to those who need it `cancer` and the others who want the recreational freedom- to live without fear of being jailed
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Date: 6/10/2010 5:41:00 PM
Wonderful thoughts on the weed. Good luck in the contest
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Date: 6/10/2010 1:35:00 PM
Like your thoughts and your presentation of the idea..Keep the creative pen flowing...Sara
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