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Anonymous 12/16/2009 12:37:28 AM
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They sat in her dimly lit room
with the curtain shut
It was the middle of the day
Yet there they stayed 
and wathed t.v.
then the grass was brought out
they smoked in sessions
like little old lady's having tea
higher and higher they got
like runaway baloons 
floating ever mercifully 
away from the ground
thankful,happy to be free
up ,up and away they went
where they came down, no one would know
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