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He Lights His Pipe

by Thomas K. Hunt


He lights up his pipe at the same time every night
It relaxes his mind and slows down his time
It gets his juices flowing and all his thoughts appear in the night
He filters out the words he wants and lays them down in black and white

Sitting back and relaxed eating a Quaker oat bar
He’s stoned with the munchies and they’re the best he has by far
He’s not alone but he’s by himself lonesome for your touch
You know he’s thinking of you and he misses you so much

He just stepped outside for another high it’s just something that he’ll always do
He may step outside a few times more before this song is through
It may take a moment but the words will always come
They seem to drift in from nowhere and lay down one by one

He knows when he’s stoned he’s got a lot to say
and when he’s not the words hide away
Some day the words will flow no more
Lay him in the river on the 1000 island shores

Believe it or not he just stepped outside and it’s probably not the end
It’s a beautiful night and the word are starting to flow again
He always counts on his weed to get the words to flow free
Now that you’re in his head he knows how it has to be

He lights up his pipe at the same time every night
It relaxes his mind and slows down his time
It gets his juices flowing and all his thoughts appear
He filters out the words he wants and lays them down right here

02/11/2022

Author's Note: Try to be quite, lrr is asleep

Posted on 02/11/2022
Copyright © 2022 Thomas K. Hunt

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