You are the weed in my life
my grASS, my wife
I want to plant you
often on a distant planet
but none have green gASSES
to keep you sweet
miss molASSes
seedy you are
and then you sprout,
gentle, then lively you come out
reflecting only green light
so peaceful, butt, you fight
prohibition, pain and sobriety
high society a distant distraction
gaining traction you
keep planting, growing and
the world harvests more goodness,
greenery you are in a desert.
Love nug, unplug the dam
river of passion
flowing, irrigating
stimulating growth
with fashion
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