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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