Gord
2016-11-26 12:00 am
My mind idyllic, I lye beside a follower, So follower am I. A flower grower, tending to groves, No leader am I. No army can I raise. No raze can justify. So I roll a joint, Get real high.
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My mind idyllic, I lye beside a follower, So follower am I. A flower grower, tending to groves, No leader am I. No army can I raise. No raze can justify. So I roll a joint, Get real high.
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