Mary Jane... Mary Jane...
Make me feel all better...
Take away all of my terrible pain...
Make me some delicious cannabutter...
Bake me some edible brownies,
Make me some cannabis cookies!
Fade away all of my frownies,
Make my face beam off some good lookies!
Mary Jane calm me down,
Make me feel all right!
Mary Jane is turning brown,
I am going to smoke it all night!
Pineapple bursts of grey smoke,
Blaring flames across the entire sky!
Have yourself another toke,
Gives them the glossy eye!
Lets take another puff,
Pass around the pretty joint!
You can never have enough,
I think I've made my point!
About the Creator
Sarah Parish
I believe in symbiosis, and that there is a singular dominant God of the universe,
Also, the love poems are dedicated to my husband, and the rest are dedicated to my family!
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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