I smoke the "Bomb" by the bay on a Sunday,
I put "Da Kind" on my mind on a Monday,
I roll it, I pull it, I toke it,
Into my lungs, I do choke it,
Blueberry yum-yum, maui-wowie,
Thai stix, chronic, pappa-zowie,
Medical dank, European skank,
For trees and herb, Lord I do thank,
For skunk, for Mex, for dirt weed too,
I, no doubt, prefer hydroponically grew,
I love the smell, the taste, the high,
Floating by on a cloud in the sky,
Maple flavored blunt with honey-hash oil,
Matured to harvest without a spec of sand soil,
My mind opening up,
With each toke from the cup,
Excited for the next strain or kind,
Wondrous thoughts of an altered mind,
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