wonder what the teachers gonna say when i get this back
saterday campfire
"A place to chill, to have some fun
where minds excape, the light of sun
where always open, a seat to sit
lacking pressure, if one wish to quit
were every night, we always cheers
then smoke a blunt and drink some beers
a small retreat, a time for brake
to forget about, life's headache
were storys speak, to ears that listion
as time passes, eyes start to glisten
with my last toke, i stood and spoke
for all to hear, drink up your beer
and all be merry, now hit this shit
for its still cherry :rasta:
