A poem by Staciebee, who is a member, allowing me to post this for her in my thread.
Way back in the day I was a stoner,
Just a kid.
Road trips were the bomb…
Oh the crazy things we did!
Drive our cars through the woods,
Up and down the county line.
Greatful Dead a blastin',
Feelin' might fine.
Livin' like an immortal,
Oh the speeds we would dare!
Chillin' like a villian,
The wind whippin' through our hair.
Sometimes I miss the easy feelin',
That we experienced back when...
We smoked that magical herb,
And skipped the tonic and gin!
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