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I love weed; Afghan Red to be precise It is my favourite illegal vice I do it in the bath and in the hall I smoke it in summer and right through fall I smoke in class and in canteen I smoke when cops are on the scene, I light up when in academic gown, a practice that made my former Wife frown And on the bus it is a hoot, to fill the Air with devil’s suit; to draw it in And keep it down, is much preferred On trip through town So if you feel life’s closing in, forget The doctor or the gin, it’s weed that Makes the world go round, its soothing Pleasure…it has no measure... this wicked vice, I'll always treasure

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Date: 12/3/2015 1:18:00 PM
Congratulations Peter.
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Date: 12/1/2015 8:47:00 PM
Someone said it! Good for you - I enjoyed it very much, reminded me of Paul McCartney when he sang, "I smoke a joint before I smoke a joint." Something like that, I heard him sing it with a Reggie (sp?) performer once. Congratulations on your win ... CayCay
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Date: 11/29/2015 10:19:00 PM
Congrats on ur lovely win Peter with this great write!
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Peter Lewis Holmes
Date: 11/30/2015 8:09:00 AM
Thanks Upma...nice to hear from the way..what are you a doctor of?....Peter.
Date: 11/29/2015 3:31:00 PM
nice win
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Date: 11/23/2015 12:51:00 AM
I could write about my last toke many years ago, Peter, but you wouldn't want to read about a blinding headache. May as well have smoked a compost bin. Cool write, man.Regards, Viv
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