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Life has been pretty fab since summer started.
Smokin' weed, growing weed (one li'l plant, it's so cute)
Hanging with my lover and my ladies in the sunshine.


My parents bought a house down the block and moved my grandparents there
It's a pretty nice house, with an unfinished basement where me and Scott set up a jam space
I walk my two dogs as well as my grandparents dogs at the nearby park every day
And it has become habit to have a go at my one hooter when I'm out in the trees.
It's quite enjoyable, walking and playing with the dogs
wandering stoned through the sunshine
But I wonder if my grandparents can tell
when I come to drop off their old border collie
that a change has overcome me since we last met.
Do grandparents have extrasensory perceptions?
Who knows
I think I can fake normalcy to a decent degree

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