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The devil's lettuce
I use to go to church,
And one day,
We had a talk,
About the forbidden herb,
We all laughed it off,
Until our teacher brought out a bong,
It was ruby red,
And long and tall,
And Now I'm sitting back,
Watching the clouds laugh and relax,
My teacher used to call it the devil's lettuce,
I can see why now,
It makes your eyes a bright ruby red.
I can hear colors,
Which I doubt is normal,
At first you cough and choke,
But then you get use to it,
And just blow out the devil's smoke.
And one day,
We had a talk,
About the forbidden herb,
We all laughed it off,
Until our teacher brought out a bong,
It was ruby red,
And long and tall,
And Now I'm sitting back,
Watching the clouds laugh and relax,
My teacher used to call it the devil's lettuce,
I can see why now,
It makes your eyes a bright ruby red.
I can hear colors,
Which I doubt is normal,
At first you cough and choke,
But then you get use to it,
And just blow out the devil's smoke.
Published 1st Feb 2017
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