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mary-jane

It’s called ‘The Tree Of Life’ down ol’ Jamaicee way but mary-jane ain’t so sweet On the streets, on the streets of the worl’ from Pakistan to Amsterdam it’s called ‘The Tree Of Life’ Artisans throughout the Ages imbibed to unlock their Muse but mary-jane ain’t so sweet As scoob, doob, joint or spliff will help to spread disease it’s called ‘The Tree Of Life’ Ticket to a higher plane inhale, hold deep, chill out & mellow but mary-jane ain’t so sweet The soft drug, the soft one will still suck you in it’s called ‘The Tree Of Life’ but mary-jane ain’t so sweet. Martin Downey. (from ‘Animal Kisses’)




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