Whatcha Bin Smokin'
It's late for this old fart, time for bed
But before that, I want ya to know
Poetry Soup keeps my engine a-running
No secret, my happiness shows
Can't stop grinning from morning till night
People ask “whatcha been smokin'?”
Been living on love it's as simple as that
Your nose sure is a-pokin'
Never known such a bunch of nice people
So nice, each one that I meet
Till it's to the point it feels like a fantasy
Everyone's so loving and sweet!
Poetry Soup is the place for me
Hanging out with all my good friends
Ain't nowhere else I'd rather spend time
All my troubles it surely transcends
© Jack Ellison 2013
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