Trumpets,funeral rights,crowd weeps in the background"dearly beloved smokers,we are gathered here today in honor of our dearly departed budlet.She grew oh so fluffy,and trichomed too a mature plant."
shiva Reviewed by shiva on . Poor little weed Poor little weed beaten to the ground It's little two inch bud dying on it's mound I did the only thing, I knew that I souuld do I twisted it and twisted it until it's shape was new I dried it in the sun until it's time was due Rolled in some paper, remembered not so tight Bless the little weed that gave up it's life Rating: 5