Seedy Poems - Poems about Seedy

I am a seed in the ground waiting for the sun to warm me and to wake me up I feel gentle taps of pluie soaking through the soil nourishing me I start to grow and change I break the surface see the...

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How can you sell the seed of your soul? If the Devil planted it!...

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(cuz ma life iz such a drag... this toke kin “FAKE” hemp pyre aye roll out to you dear reader). As a double jointed mathematical abbot and amateur chemist specializing in cannabinoids my favorite delta-9-tetra hydrocannabinol (THC), isolated and synthesized in 1964 weeding thru bathroom rag ...

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Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely the classiest thing in the joint -- Bannister’s by name, a jazz club just off Camp Street in New Orleans...

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Miss Spring arrived quite early today... She brought with her some rain..Hooray... Her job description is to assure... That the garden will endure... All the habitants needed... And even the seeded.... Her first assignment of her duties.. Will be to match up all the cuties.. Like Azaleas , Iris, Pansies and more... a Rose with a Rose...and even more... A home for everything, even...

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The Seedy Motel By Elton Camp We were driving on an unfamiliar route For a stopping place we began to scout However, the search didn’t go very well For many miles there wasn’t a nice motel Since it was getting dark and we were tired Our standards lowered as to what’s required Finally we spotted a place over to the right A place...

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Beneath the window the refuse refuses to wander, at least not for long or far enough. Plastic wrap floats like a bridal veil taunting a salty breeze. Oceans of buts.. fill an ashtray of misspent time, blackening the arteries beneath the cloaked skin of humanity. Street dwellers swathed in layers of tattered army green cast-offs casting furtive glances into the depth of iron grated doorways heat seeking...

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Eanie, meanie, miney, moe, Watch how my canabis plant does grow Itsy, bitsy, and much, much more Watch the cops break down my door In front of the judge, how do you plead? I suddenly realize he's the one that sold me the seed!...

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