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by Lopps
Entry #2
To Grow, Or Not to Grow:
As this long Toronto winter, begins to recede,
I look to the seedbanks, for my dank Indo needs,
Do I want Kush, some OG, or sweet seeds crystal candy?
I search for the strain, that will pair well with brandy,
I search and I search, but cannot come to a decision,
So I take a fat rip, to help clear my vision,
It’s the cheese that I want, but also Grand Daddy,
I can’t make up my mind, so I roll one more fatty,
As my cart starts to build, my bank account quivers,
But my vision starts to form, of thick rosin rivers,
Just one more seed, as this weeks paycheck starts to strain,
Cant forget CBD shark, in case of a pesky migraine,
The day has arrived, seeds are now in my possession,
In the germ chamber they go, for about 3 days I’m guessin,
5 out of 5 crack, this grow is going to be filthy,
This shits too easy to fuck up, unless your name is Hillie,
Four weeks into Veg, as my indoor gals spread,
And my outdoor sativas, fill my garden bed,
First I top, then I SCROG, like this is my day job,
And I set up my cameras, in case the rats try to rob,
As early fall arrives, my ladies touch the sky,
But those trichomes are cloudy, I don’t want no head high,
Two more weeks to go, and the amber will show,
Early October is Christmas, a cannabis is my mistletoe,
It finally happened, chop day has arrived
Down goes my gelato, its brings a tear to my eye,
10 days in the dry room, makes those sugar leaves curl,
Then one month in some jars, with some Boveda pearls,
The cure is complete, the smell has returned,
One jar does not smell nice, I guess lesson learned,
I share my bounty with friends, we smoke until hit with some noms
Thanks you again, Canadian MOMs
