Dispensary!!
Im sitting here at oasis dispensary everybody attached to their cell phone
Seems if it was possible they would clone
The atmosphere in here is not like outside
In here it smells like heaven smiles just can't hide there's no evil looks or dirty faces just a few peeps in happy places waiting for their name to be called to the back me I'm coming for a strain called green crack the girl sitting next smells of heaven my next stop is gonna be 7 to eleven get a soda and probably some munchies ill get so stoned ill loose my keys 🔑 get home and make some dinner
No matter what I make it's a guarantee winner so I'll end this so called rhyme or poem hoping everybody gets safely home
12/07/25
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Author:
Bubblicious (Pseudonym) (
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