Four Twenty all up there.
The day passed by with no smoke in my mind.
I missed it by thirty-two minutes.
All day my back was tense from stress.
Finally, in the night, the long wait.
All is grand, All is fine.
Find myself thinking about Ol' Turpentine.
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Old Thurpy smoked in our spirits
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