DRUGS COME FROM A PLANT

The following originates from a piece of scurrilous libel carefully scrawled on a docklands

wall in 1960's east London.

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Excuse me, son, the sergeant said, we'd like to have a word

About some information the lads and I have heard.

Just step into this doorway, your hands place on your head -

Now go through his pockets...and make it thorough, Fred!

Then Fred...the station conjurer...went straight into his act

And produced from my pocket a neatly tied brown pack.

Ello,.ello, ello, says he, just what 'ave we got 'ere?

If it's what I think it is, you can expect about a year.

The sergeant took a sniff and said..Just where did you get this?

Consider yourself nicked old son for possessing cannabis.

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Martin Peacock

Tue 22nd Nov 2011 18:10

Ah, 'twere ever thus. And it's just a damned weed, for all the gods' sake! Honestly - take Tramadol for back pain [nasty, nasty little drug with all those lunatic side effects] and it's O.K., you can be a space cadet because it's licensed; the Gov't have got their share. But spark a doobie and watch your back, the filth are after you. Some things are plainly preposterous mutter, grumble, moan...

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