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Yards Away
Cannabis in my yard you stink my air
My child smells you and she is just nine
Marijuana I know you with that first whiff
Doors away from where I think you grow
I once enjoyed a little discreet taste of you
But had forgotten and want no reminder.
Selfish users and abusers force your stench on us all now
Unwelcome intrusion makes me wince
Maybe others too but I couldn’t know
Not for much longer I wish to tap my feet to another’s music
Watching my garden bloom
City life I see, hear, feel, hate, love you
Without you I tire, with you too
