Mary Jane Poems - Poems about Mary Jane

Have this rage. From youth to old age A world I hate Horrible fate No drugs ever gave me relief My belief Rage can make you fall Loose all Makes life sad Being forever mad I do not drink Except what comes out of a sink I fight But my life is not right I smoke some weed The calmness it does feed Gives me the control I so desperately...

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an hour farther time art even and... hollowed be the game the kinks that come can be undone from... any nerves gone uneven so for us these days are daily bred for sieving... trash from gained stuff and get to this our time-station to... deliver an even-all main stan sand ...

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Marijuana sommelier, A marijuana or weed expert. A Mary Jane professional. Someone happy to let the grass grow. Not a junkie or druggie, but a pro, a get high expert. Weed connoisseur. As a kid, If I had known about this profession, I would’ve been up there with the best of them, like Cheech and Chong. But don’t get me wrong I’m...

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She was not mine for long. Her man lived in a double-wide, down a dusty Florida road. With mouth and tongue, I explored her the florets, her aromatic buds. When we parted she left me with a cough. Shortly after, I took up with Jack D. Strictly platonic but we do sleep well together....

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My marina-made Merry marijuana Marianas maze Marinara; merrily Mary may thee marry me....

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There once was a lovable loser A smoker and hard-drinking boozer Devil said, Try Mary Jane She'll surely ease all your pain Loser vowed ~ never to abuse her...

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My best friend Mary Jane is coming to my lair, I have to get ready, I need to prepare. French onion dip with chips will be a necessity. Popcorn, peanut butter, ice cream and pizza definitely. Coke, sprite, Oreo's, with a giant bag of pretzels, Hershey’s, Cheetos, can’t forget about the Skittles. I will breathe her in just as I...

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No need for Weed, Kush or Coke to alter my mind when I have the spirit of God to get me high. Why smoke a Black N Mild? When the world is already wild. I stay free from drugs because I know there's better out there for me. How can I be what God has called me to be if...

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Marijuana, Mary Jane When Mary Jane became legalized for private use I know my brother would have a garden in his room for him to lose He will have every gram of weed to escape the lows He'd get high before school and when the teacher asks why aren't you yourself, he'd reply 'Mary Jane is legalized for...

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The Heat I have a new girlfriend her name is Mary-Jane. I think she's from the south where the plants grow green and bright. Mary Jane and I just spent the hot afternoon together ? Watching the passage of time through a lens that she brought along just for this occasion. The heat makes the air...

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DURING MY WORLDLY TRAVELS, I MET ARTHUR ITIS. TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH HE WASN'T THE BRIGHTEST. HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS DISTRIBUTING PAIN. HE LOVES TO ACT UP DURING WINTER AND RAIN, I WAS ONCE AT A PARTY, HOSTED BY MR. GRIM REAPER. ...

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This is my story… A headless lighter, a writer Mix up with silver long metallic Make the agitations clear cold then warm Neurons from above became so clear I can hear my heartbeats like a doldrums Because I’m just a woman with a perfect body But now, it turned flat because of my past histories My body was an image of different sceneries...

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Jim's mother in-law old sweet Mary-Jane accused him again and put him to shame for leaving his poo all over her loo I wonder who pushed her out of the train....

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When it comes to being anxious I know I'm not alone. Heart beat speed increases, as time starts to slow. Sweat collects on your forehead, then drips off the nose. Palms are slippery when wet, while regret rapidly grows. This particular moment significantly altered my life, my reality met fantasy the first time I got high. Dinner's at five, the weed...

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She was subtle, but turbulent at times We had nightly excursions, a few trips around the sun Now she is nothing but a memory My encounters with her are indefinitely done Though she took on various shapes I was most aroused to see her draped in white Tightly wrapped and blazing hot Her look,...

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