i got another poem......
"how u feel wen your high"
u feel so high
you think your higher dan the sky
den you try to fly
but you keep falling and die
and u still always try
"pass it on, and run"
wen you get it
puff and pass it
wen its your turn run and take da whole thing
wen they catch up say u wer joking
and wen dey fall for it run again
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