It’s a blessing just to have met you,
To have shared with you all I’ve thought.
The simple cure when lonesome and blue,
The reason why it all goes to pot.

Fiery, but not a flashy landrace.
She gets my heart running,
Then puts a smile on my face.

It’s not often she comes by,
So being with her is a privileged high,
All the real fans are gunning
To give this treasure a try,
And roll her up and smoke her before they die.

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