The sweetest bush,
I love my kush.π
Upwardly mobile,
She gives me a push. β¬
So green and lush,
Special stuff. β¨
When I see you in the mornings I get a rush. π
Give thanks for the herb,
Bless it with words so holy. β
Grown from the same sun that grows me. β
While I smoke you slowly,
Show me the glory. β
Lift my spirit,
Storey by storey. π¬
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