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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531340" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pot Farmer & Body Heat 1o5</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE POT FARMER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got out my pipe and stuffed it with pot<br>You better believe, it held a whole lot.<br>I whipped out a lighter and thumbed up a flame<br>Then sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried alcohol; and smoked cigarettes<br>Though, they did nothing, but give me regrets.<br>My mom had arthritis and couldn't walk around<br>When I rolled her a joint, she danced on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack<br>But, after I smoked some, to me it came back.<br>Soon I decided prices were too high<br>So I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bargained for seeds from smokers all around<br>Then, got in my truck and drove out of town.<br>I walked through the woods where the wild birds nest<br>And found me the meadow I thought was the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dug up the ground and sowed all my seeds<br>Then said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.<br>I watered at night with a five-gallon pail<br>The mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seven months went by; I thought I would die<br>Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.<br>One night I went out, in my camouflage suit<br>And used a corn knife to chop down the loot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hung it up to dry where it couldn't be found.<br>Then came back and got it, when it had turned brown.<br>I trimmed off the buds, and stuffed them in bags<br>Called all my friends and passed out free drags.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In less then a week, my crop was gone! <br>But, I flew to St. Thomas with love hungry blonde.<br> <br>BODY HEAT 1O5</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We drank several glasses of champagne<br>In the living room of her house.<br>Around 9: 30 that evening<br>I found myself in her blouse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fondled and kissed her so gently<br>Like the soft footsteps of a mouse.<br>To my surprise, she opened her eyes<br>And said, &quot;look, we're not going to play house.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I right away replaced her clothing<br>And buttoned her blouse once more.<br>There was no doubt of my defeat<br>As I lay there upon the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said, &quot;tell the truth, are you angry? &quot;<br>I answered, by far I was not<br>'It's more important what you think of me<br>Than what I may not have got.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wiped away a tear from both eyes<br>And said, 'you're my kind of man.'<br>At that point, she did arise <br>And to me she held out her hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She led me away like a blind man<br>Who had somehow lost his cane.<br>When we reached her bedroom door<br>I thought I'd gone insane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before long, we found ourselves naked<br>As she held me in her palm.<br>Can you dare imagine, my friend<br>How hard it was for me to stay calm? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We touched all the forbidden places<br>As our body heats reached 105.<br>If love's relief had not been achieved<br>I doubt if we'd still be alive.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Zart's 458 Poems Are Free To Share To Teach Or Show Love And Support! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By God's Poet<br>Tom Zart<br>Most Published Poet<br>On The Web! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Listen To Tom Zart's Poems Go To =<br>http: //new.pivtr.com/en/schedule/tom-zart/<br>www.bill crain.net/musicpage.htm<br>http: //www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewforum.php? f=38</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+Zart">Tom Zart</a><div class=q>
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I got out my pipe and stuffed it with pot
You better believe, it held a whole lot.
I whipped out a lighter and thumbed up a flame
Then sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.

I tried alcohol; and smoked cigarettes
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