Poem telling that bad drugs
is not the way out, or the way to go.
Just one pill could do the kill
You don’t want to wind up laying their, still.
At times when I walk and are depressed
I feel like a moving stalk
At other times I feel free as a
weightless piece of chalk
I will stay away from bad drugs
For I want to live as long as possible
So I can get lot’s of those hugs
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