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Feb 2016
He ***** on his nicotine habit
With not a care for his health
His forty a day habit
A significant drain on his wealth
His lungs become smaller and smaller
He struggles to take every breath
The toxins he continues to crave on
Bring him closer and closer to death
But still he keeps on smoking
Though there's lots of help out there
To help people stop smoking
I guess he just does,nt care
He,s playing Russian roulette
With every tab he does ****
And one day the big c will catch him
He,s really  pushing his luck
Written by
Thomas clark  South shields
(South shields)   
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   Vanessa Gatley
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