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The year. 1562. The place. Fort. Caroline. , We. Have found in the Americas. a dry herb With cane and earthen cup , they smoke it through the cane thereof . September. 2016 . Dear. Doctor. , I. Think I'm. a. chimney. , my lungs stacked high with bricks, With N H S. guide lines  full of ***** tricks. . Weened from inside my mothers womb , the sweet smell of nicotine my mothers. Perfume . How it smelt from inside my Pram  mother and I went a. Shopping . Then from the back of our car , as we drove far , that. Smell with Windows. ajar. , from the back of our car . How I. Looked up to. Father. , When we went to the shops , *** in hand ,   One day  I'll  be a man , With *** in hand like he . Hanging outside Londis , talking to strangers. , A. Packet. For a. Tenner for me ? Dear. Doctor.                       I. Think. I'm. a. Steam train , Cough. Phlegm , Cough. Phlegm. , Cough. Phlegm , Cough.  Phlegm . ........... Now I. Have my N H S. Bed. With family all around , My  C O J D. breathing ap at my side . My. Coughing  a. Coffin  now , I'm. Early for my funeral Friends and  family. all. around . ". he liked his Cigarettes. " ". Long time dead Could have been knocked down by a bus " they said . Coughing. , coughing , coffin .   ,
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
From cradle to the grave .
The year. 1562. The place. Fort. Caroline. , We. Have found in the Americas. a dry herb With cane and earthen cup , they smoke it through the cane thereof . September. 2016 . Dear. Doctor. , I. Think I'm. a. chimney. , my lungs stacked high with bricks, With N H S. guide lines  full of ***** tricks. . Weened from inside my mothers womb , the sweet smell of nicotine my mothers. Perfume . How it smelt from inside my Pram  mother and I went a. Shopping . Then from the back of our car , as we drove far , that. Smell with Windows. ajar. , from the back of our car . How I. Looked up to. Father. , When we went to the shops , *** in hand ,   One day  I'll  be a man , With *** in hand like he . Hanging outside Londis , talking to strangers. , A. Packet. For a. Tenner for me ? Dear. Doctor.                       I. Think. I'm. a. Steam train , Cough. Phlegm , Cough. Phlegm. , Cough. Phlegm , Cough.  Phlegm . ........... Now I. Have my N H S. Bed. With family all around , My  C O J D. breathing ap at my side . My. Coughing  a. Coffin  now , I'm. Early for my funeral Friends and  family. all. around . ". he liked his Cigarettes. " ". Long time dead Could have been knocked down by a bus " they said . Coughing. , coughing , coffin .   ,
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
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