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Floating
Smoking Wacky baccy
Inhaling way deep down
On the verge of nowhere
In their old dressing gowns
Relaxing with his woman
Sharing puff for puff
Supplies for the weekend
More than enough
Wine resting in the cooler
Beer resting on ice
Prospects for the evening
Looking oh so very nice
The cares of the week
Just floating away
Unwound and receptive
And ready for play
Sighing contentedly
Swapping smile for smile
Thinking of the approaching
In just a little while
Hand holding hand
The world swaying around
Together they are floating
Just above the ground
Smoking Wacky baccy
Inhaling way deep down
On the verge of nowhere
In their old dressing gowns
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