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Ode To The Smoker Spittle it up, Choke on the phlegm. Clear your throat, Say, “Ahem” Lie to yourself, Call it a cold. It’s the cancer Taking its hold. You don’t know, How bad you smell. Your nicotine fix, Is my olfactory hell.
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