Let's just for the sake of this poesy say
I was smoking weed all day
Let's say from morning till morning
I was smoking without stopping
Let's say the smoke rings carried my troubles away
Imagine how many cigars i would smoke per day?
A thousand i guess
I would litter filters all over the place
I would pack my weed so tight
Some on papers so soft and some in pipe
Then i would smoke the holy weed
Till all the pipe and cigars i rolled cease
Or i would roll some more
Till i start to cough and my lungs got sore
If the smoke rings would carry my troubles away
Maybe i would smoke without stopping some day!
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