Each week, Trista smokes a strain that moves her to write a poem. Here is a poem all about Ice Wreck.
In the arctic you may find,
a wrecker of a certain kind.
But,
I’m not sure its what you think. So,
I wont leave you on the brink…
Its a strain of weed you see!
A very special strain indeed!
It wrecks your brain
and blows your mind!
So, if you see the northern lights,
you’ll know that you have used it right.
