Marijuana - Poem by George mwandu
marijuana you have married my brother & sister's lips.with every puff they take, ganja you gun their brains down.some call it pot yes its a pot that takes your gold. Hold you life because it is not good for your health. wealth without health is like a heart without blood.
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