By: Greg Harris

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Many years ago,when I met the woman I would spend 37 years with before she passed,I had an oz of cannabis,which I grew
and dried.Her dog,a cock a poo ate the whole oz,she carried the dog around on a purple pillow for three days,the dog just bobbed
it’s head,like it was listening to music.After that,no one could visit while they had cannabis on them.The dog would jump on their lap
and just stare at them.The dog lived a long life and died of old age.Back then,Mexican dirt weed had lots of seeds.

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