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Mary j for their throbbing pain,
Heroine up their wrinkled veins,
Every dime tossed down the drain,
As they crawl to catch the gypsy train,

Soaring gaily into their chosen realm,
Wild; asleep in a lucid dream,
Distorted thoughts a brain running slow,
They worry more; as the high gets low,

How many pills more ; will drive the shame away,
A budding mind tends to go astray,
Codeine vibes an iota of groove,
A raging sea but a place to snooze,

Wading out thoughts and apparitions,
A travelling circus of our own creation,
"The herb heals" we choose to say,
Sentiments of a few minds; it's chosen not to slay....