Poem -

Point of a joint

Point of a joint

I once was here 
But now I'm not.
Don't worry about me
I just snuck off to smoke some pot.
I put this here to prove a point
Life ain't shit 
without a fuckn joint!
 

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Tony Taylor

Hi HEATHER!!.....They have proven over & over again the benefits of marijuana for humanity.....with VERY few negative effects.....Much better than ANYTHING Big Pharma has come with......VERY cool write......ALL STARS!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo  : )

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Heather W

Thank you Tony I appreciate you for reaching out to me in regards to my poetry. I'm glad you enjoyed it.. 

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Pratibha Savani

????? 
 Ive never smoked in my life but I did enjoy your short piece of write Heather!
Nicely done to the point!!
Was this written after you had one?!
???
Px?

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Marion

Hi Heather, only once did I ever get a giggly high off a joint...the rest of the time it glued  me to chairs for hours...lol
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Marion

It's true...like being on a never ending waltzer...though I was always well oiled when said substance told the booze to move over, maybe that was the problem ???

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