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best shitty weed

I lost you in that corn field, I climb an apple tree to see better. I didn’t leave til the end of summer.  We threw rocks in the creek.

We ate pizza on the street.  Beer taste better with the river at our feet. anyways,  I love driving home.  Keeps you a mystery. The way drugs take you on a trip, slippery.  remember when, I lost you in that corn field? I sat on a boulder waiting for you to find me. I didn’t leave til the end of summer.  We smoked the best shitty weed in history.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-park

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