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  1. this is the invasive big brother approach that was attempted when alcohol prohibition ended, only no computers to compile the data back then. govt has NO RIGHT to b up in ur biz. who's sharing what w/ who, & when & how often. wtf!! also, why r yt & all these idjut bureaucrats AFRAID to see the demonized herb? whats that all about? illegal for farmhands to take workplace photos, illegal to view growing herbs, but u can sit home & consume slasher movies all day long while on govt chex for ur autoimmune disease that coincidentally occurred after ur foray into bigpharm

  2. As a person who has decades of experience with both botany and digital electronics, I see business opportunities that i can both enjoy and pay my meager bills with. I'm ready to sell my house, hook up my travel trailer, and hit the road. The Missouri bootheel is less than a two hour drive from me.

  3. I feel like the states aren't really learning here. Illegal weed is going to continue to flourish if we place so many restrictions and expenses on legal weed.

  4. MISSOURI POT FARMER DANCE SONG $$

    I got out my pipe stuffed it with pot

    You better believe it held a whole lot.

    I whipped out a lighter thumbed up a flame

    Sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.

    I tried alcohol smoked cigarettes

    They did nothing but give me regrets.

    My mom had arthritis could not walk around

    I rolled her a joint she danced on the ground.

    I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack

    After I smoked some to me it came back.

    Soon I decided prices were high

    I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.

    I bargained for seeds from smokers all around

    Got in my truck and drove out of town.

    I walked through the woods where wild birds nest

    Found me the meadow I thought was the best.

    I dug up the ground sowed all my seeds

    Said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.

    I watered at night with a five-gallon pail

    Mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.

    Seven months went by; I thought I would die

    Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.

    At night I went out, in a camouflage suit

    Used my corn knife to chop down the loot.

    I hung it up to dry where it couldn’t be found.

    Came back and got it, when it had turned brown.

    I trimmed off the buds, stuffed them in bags

    Called all my friends and passed out free drags.

    In less than a week my crop was gone

    I flew to St. Thomas with a love hungry blonde!!

    By Kansas City Tom Zart

    Most Published Poet On The Web !

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