- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Merry Little Herb
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There's an herb I used to grow
that made me high when I was low..
The passing time would seem so slow,
but feel so very good..
You may not think I'd be the type
to smoke this herb from a water pipe,
but I've never really believed the hype
and never thought I should..
My senses could attain a height,
so often only seen in flight..
Everything just seemed so right,
so pure and very clear..
All my hearing, sight and touch
awoke to find so very much
within this life of sound and such -
more precious and more dear..
While I don't want to over-rate
the blessings of this sacred state,
I must confess how I relate
to this merry herb I've known..
It's not polite to "just say no"
to a potted plant you barely know..
I think that everyone should grow
some stone of their very own..
