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I was walking in the woods one day
In the merry month of May (couldn't resist)
I was smoking a fatty
Hey, what can I say
I stopped by this stump
I had to take a wee
When a big hairy dude
Jump out from behind a tree
He sniffed the air
He looked at the joint
And with a dirty fingernail
He began to point
So I passed him the doobie
It was gone in one great hit
And as he turned to leave
I thought I heard him say "Good sh*t"
THE END
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