there once was a truck bed of Columbian Gold sitting in my yard

Kilo, Frenchman and I divvied it up .. who had to stash it chose low card

it really didn't matter for we three stuck together and made a plan

put it into action .. drove and hid the large weed stash .. man, oh man

smoked some that night .. high as a kite .. never stopped me from being a bard

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