In a old temple I sat to plead;
Remorse for disgraceful deed.
No one to share and talk to but he,
In a corner, as usual he sat groggy.
The grass's effect just hit me.
Delusional in front of me I could see.
A man with 7 umbrellas over his head
With a smouldering leaf in his hand
Smouldered the joyous sage full weed.
He came and sat just beside me,
Extended his hand and gave me,
The censer. White fog around,
From it came and surround us...!
FYI- I don't do drugs!
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