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Oct 2016
He was too young
to have such an old man's cough,
rasping and wheezing rough
grinding each breath
like a motor clogged with rust,
He lit another cigarette all the same
Chugging along the street:
a slow rolling steam train
soon swallowed and lost
by a tunnel of pedestrians.
Unfortunately I smoke too,
Just a young man I saw not sounding too good
grumpy thumb
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