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a brave warrior, through the times
a champion among peasents, heres a poem that rhymes
a fighter, a leader, the best of the best
one who went for the goal, and forgot about the rest
endless shishas and hookahs and moments has he seen
from falling on carpets and precarious leans
through the good and the bad he soldiered on
wearing the foil hat, singing his song
"hubble and bubble and on we go
we only stop when we run out of coal
and where we are going, nobody knows"
the mark of a true afficionado

yet the champion, the best, the mightiest of the bowls
whose smoke and flavor could yield anyone "o"s
who triumphed and fought and kept it alive
has fallen, and shattered, and fell with a cry
so for this brave soul, one of the best
may we have a moment of silence, and then he shall rest.
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I've had a medium for a long time, the first time I finally got a small and fell in love with it, I dropped it on the 3rd day I had it... and I was so sad! I feel ya man (mine was shattered on one side of the bowl itself not the downstem). RIP to all our hookah bowls who've passed. *pours out some of his vodka*

-Z
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QUOTE (ilikemyusername @ May 10 2009, 07:26 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
fuck all that noise, sand the bottom of the top smooth and cram a grommet in there! its not dead, its just evolving.



straight up, thats what id to!

fo reals
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