I remember when you cut your hair
It was almost 3 feet long
Then you became a pixie
Tossing your head around
No jail of hair
He wanted it long
Too bad, jerk.
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Always a poet and then activist for cannabis law reform, Libertae finds beauty in nearly everything and the opportunity for helping the world grow at the same time she expands her own soul. Enjoy.
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