Meet with friend

I meet with my best of friend.
We smoking left to see.
This talking like a find
Of something into me.
Most our words together
Was all about me
And we were dirinking beer
So i feel myself free
Of barriers of mind.
The thinkings i belong
Make me doing kind
Of something that is wrong.
Yes that’s wrong i know it.
Now i’m on the way,
On right side of the doings
That makes me okay.

(C) ZonD80

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