Oh,
water-snuffed hemp.
You were an accident:
a welcomed one;
unlike some.
I could kiss your creator:
a big ol’ one.
Paper,
without you,
my passion:
literature,
wouldn’t be the same.
An illustration on wood is cool,
but a splinter of words is lame.
It only causes pain.
it doesn’t try to alleviate
the bleeding brain.
Without you,
the world would be way wilder.
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