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Days I Miss

Days I Miss

Those are the days
I truly miss
In love with pot
With stoner bliss

The bong and pipe
Always at my side
Packing the weed
In the bowl with pride

Grand daddy purple
Orange and lemon kush,
Were just some strands
My dealer could push

I'd smoke all day
And sleep all night
Eating the munchies
To my heart's delight

And as the haze
Surrounds all about
The uncontrollable giggles
Came pouring out

Followed by eyes
All blood-shot and red
As the tingly high
Went straight to my head

For years this lasted
Blazed day after day
So rooted deeply
In my stoner way

For I loved Mari-Jane
Too much, I know
Until the day I quit
And she had to go

So even here and now
I miss her sinful kiss
Taking pleasure in thought
Of the days I miss

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  • BehindTheShadow
    May 9, 2008

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    I loved your poem, and I relate to it very much. Hopefully, some day I will show her the curb as well, and just look back longingly, but for now I will take another hit. Great write!