Next 50 Years
Next 50 Years
Next 50 Years
I was riding to College
I saw a man rolling up a smoke!
Was it tobacco or was it dope??
I could not be aware of what he had,
I was on the move.
I saw a man rolling up a smoke!
Was he homeless without hope,
or just a local with a toke??
You may see a grove
of trees where I was at.
I was on the bus (Suntran).
For the next 50 years.
Charles Robert Hice
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