Fed up of bending so I strap on a feedbag
Fill it fulla green weed leaf and green diesels
Like an easel when I’m starting a sylvan scene
My white pale as a Geisha’s cheek
Room so hotboxed it looks like a geyser released
So gaseous this mayhemically sagacious tasty
We’re laying wet towels by the door gap
To stop sap smells pervading all Stillorgan.
Alchemisland 
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