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He whispered, "Listen to the lyrics
You'll see what I mean"
She replied, rather deflated, "I'm afraid I can't
See it, that is"
"Of course you can't," He intoned
As if on a mission from some high power, "You're not in the right kind of mind
Come."
As she held his hand
It began to move into his bedroom
And her with it
The darkness first shocked
Then entranced her
As her senses grabbed the bitter vapor
And made her head swim
She had smoked many times before
But never alone with him
Or indoors, for that matter
So it came as a quite pleasant surprise
She asked about joints, only to be answered
By the presentation of a home-made bong
She sat, wondered why she thought she was in a jungle
Saw the eyes coolly staring
And sat back further
Unease shattered by giggles
Then the pounce came



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Writer(s): Chad Carino
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