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Pipe Dream Miracle herb whose smoke is death Reveals the dreams in every breath Death Valley low is blown sky-high This miracle herb deserves a try. Synthetic plant as real as life Cuts through your soul as if a knife Replaces thoughts with evil deeds Jack's beanstalk grown with herbal seeds. Golden eggs and purple cows You only see what Herb allows And Herb will always set the rules The boundaries for what is cruel; But cruel is just in herbal eyes So go ahead, it deserves a try! |
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