Pot haiku!
A friend of mine came up with a beautiful haiku about ripping the ganja:
Pipe is full.
Flame, smoke touches soul, exhale.
Giggle symphony.
That about says it all, don't you think?
I'd love to see some more weed poetry, anyone got some good stuff?
A friend of mine came up with a beautiful haiku about ripping the ganja:
Pipe is full.
Flame, smoke touches soul, exhale.
Giggle symphony.
That about says it all, don't you think?
I'd love to see some more weed poetry, anyone got some good stuff?