weed and spice

as i sit outside i start to wonder
where are ll the clouds and the thunder
i open my eyes and blink twice
sitting there thinking i need more spice
life is better when you're ablaze
cause all you do is hang in a daze
just sit tight and do not cry
life is better this way when you're high
spice is good; weed is amazing
lifes more awesome when you're blazing
so now indeed to end this poem
lets light up a joint and we'll all show em

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