Tag: drugs
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OPERATION
I’m chewing but not on a fruit pastille Tuned in to evil, I deserve the Bastille Many misspent yesterdays, my powder like the home of an eskimo I’m a cute hooer, pastiche of better chancers and pesterers at home Who patrolled these sole-molested streets donkey’s years back I’ve got a scales, gauge swaying as it…
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High as times
New strain from Neptune High grade, hits great Under its sway Easily persuaded To engage With green I’m not Gawain It’s not greengages aging in my wicker basket Not that you’re asking.