4:20 short poem

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It’s 4:20 again I tend
You’re here again my friend
We still have things to do
Let go and look for food

I don’t have things to say
Just laugh and here we sway
Don’t jump too high my friend
Our dreams we’ll lift and bend

The sky is near to us
Just fire and smell the gas
It’s not about to burn
Just smoke the urn and turn

You know i’ll not pretend
These feelings that will end
True friends are about to know
What here and there we’ll show

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