Backyard summer time blazing,
jiggers packed down with precision.
First few thoughts, simply amazing,
prepping my mind for tunnel vision.
Roller coasting beyond the storm,
strapped into buzzed up seats.
Lungs that feel so smokey warm,
drum line chorus heart beats.
Eyes that bleed without blood,
cheekbones relaxed, muscles calm.
Shaking up and grinding that bud,
measuring blindly inside a palm.
Four doobies...
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