Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Cloves

Spark it, light it
Don't try to fight it
Let the smoke rise
To the back of your eyes
Taste how sweet
Now take a seat
Sink in, relax
Crank up to the max
Inhale exhale
How many can you rail
Light in the head
Could put you to bed
First puff last puff
What's in this stuff
All about the cloves
Growin in the mangroves

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