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  1. I give the Legal Marijuana in Missouri a D-, at it dose is gives a buzz for about 15 to 20 minutes. That is it. The old school Marijuana is what I want. This legal shit is that just shit.

  2. One step closer. They just need to refine the law now, and parts of it in years to come. I do medical marijuana on my channel. 1 shot of dried bud, and I get a strike if it's not adult restricted content. Guess it's not the same for media showing a controlled substance. I dunno.

  3. These dispensaries need to learn how to properly store it so it doesn't get all dried out. That's the biggest problem with them and the reason most of us will still go to our friend down the street to get it. I mean, its all in clear containers…..no moisture packets….half the time it sits there with the lid off….lots of rookie mistakes.

  4. MISSOURI POT FARMER DANCE SONG – 2022 $$

    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 Poet Tom Zart

    Google = Most Published Poet On The Web

    Tom’s 1,650 Poems Are Free To Share!

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