George mwandu

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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  • Rookie Tony Chabaputa (12/24/2012 12:40:00 PM)

    You are judging a God-purely made orgnism, it has no locomotion, it has not vocalization and it says nothing about man, i'd say it time we began to take account of everything God created, especially for the service of man....He saw that it was good... problem? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, November 2, 2012

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