One beautiful aroma,
Sour diesel a heavenly taste,
A honey induced coma,
High right from the base,
Rolled with a little tip,
Lighters almost dead,
Turning to nature to sit,
Burning a cannon right to the head.
This enticing marijuana
A pure strain I’ve found,
Nothing like this sour diesel,
Better then the northern lights, lambs breath, and cush,
Simply just an intelligent breed,
One find herb I'd like to burry its seed.
Author notes
glad i live next to b.c, i love this place
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