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GLENDA'S POETRY CORNER

Marijuana Capital

marijuana’s the talk of the town.-- two acres of cannabis cultivated with care (sanctioned strictly for medicinal purposes) lush green foliage at the 2000 foot tunnel latest controversy in the local rag councillors clamour at City Hall: “We’ll have riffraff creeping along corridors at Trout Lake Mine to search for drugs” parents, teachers, cousins vociferate their opinions, teachers argue “corruption, “bad example for our youth” the cousins who haven’t called since 1984 now scream with with laughter as tears run down their cheeks, ask if all Flinonians will soon be high merchants sell souvenirs to tourists, twenty five bucks for a T-shirt grubby miner puffs and pushes a carload of joints along the tracks, marijuana’s flourishing-- everyone knows growing in underground greenhouses; every person on the legal list hopes the government will grant them a joint or two Teddy Trout’s being replaced as our city’s tourist symbol: get rid of the fish, bring on the weed we’re Canada’s marijuana capital c2002
In 2009, the underground greenhouse which grew marijuana closed down and Flin Flon lost it's title of Canada's marijuana capital.

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