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A Little Weed

At one time I began to drift  
Words wafted into a rift  
Landed hard on Saturday  
Their sense lost along the way  

I've tried to organize my thoughts  
Poured a multitude of shots  
At the last I drew a blank  
Another writer in the tank  
 
Now I'm living high and dry  
My smoke curling to the sky  
The vodka didn't fill this need  
For inklings with a little weed.
Written by crowfly
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Author's Note
"One toke over the line..."
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