Sitting here on the longest street in the world,..Young St.,the village of Richmond Hill
As the people walk by,I ponder the thought of rolling a joint,I think I will
Its legal here in Canada now,so what the hell,..i'll partake
It'll calm my nerves,ease my pain and it never fails to take away my headache
Yes i'm suffering a hangover,drank a little too much the night before
Can't remember how I got home,or leaving the party,or even finding the door.
Written by;W.J.Gerhardt🕊
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W.J.G.🕊 (Pseudonym) (
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