Treasure Island

George mwandu


Marijuana


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.

Submitted: Thursday, November 01, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 02, 2012

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  • 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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