A Poem for Pipers by Seth Baker

With fellow pipers advice heeded
I decided a grinder was what I needed.
Nothing big like a grinder of beans
I snagged a hippy device to suit my means.
This plastic disk for grinding pot
At a couple dollars, oh why not?
Now the flakes and plugs so stout
Fall apart with a twist and neatly fall out.

Seventeen ninety two,

Gaslight and 10 Russians too
Even the most fickle to light
Dark star fires and takes flight
Heed my words if you can
Those hippies have some great tools man.
~Seth Baker

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