will munter

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The Futures Green - Poem by will munter

When i imbibe me herb
Into each noun and verb
I catch me that fire
Make me dragon float higher
And some sweet loving collie
Make me irie and jolly
Me no fussin or fighting
Or chasin me tail
No stressin or rushing
Yes me herb never fail
It even a cure for depression, glucoma
And on top of this
Have a sensual aroma
The true weed of wisdom
A real gift from jah
Keeps expanding me mind
And travelling far
Cause it grow in our garden
And it water our roots
Spreading sweet irie
Vibronic shoots
So praise be to jah
For its loving creation
And them loving seeds
Of divine inspiration


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011


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