I Use To Smoke Pot
I use to smoke pot and sometimes still do.
It helps me see beauty in the not so beautiful.
It helps me feel compassion for the uncompassionant.
It helps me see the insane in the sane.
It helps me tolerate the intolerant.
It helps me think thoughts I may never have thought.
I use to smoke pot and sometimes still do.
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