The Weed Posted on October 31, 2019 by rak Posted in PoetryTagged Haiku, Life, People Poem, Poem The boy stinks of weed It surrounds him like a cloud Dope is what he is Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)MoreClick to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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