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Oct 2017
My God! I just love smoking
I just can't get enough
Lighting up that pure white tube
And having that first  puff

There's nothing quite as satisfying
As when your lungs begin to fill
With that sweet, fragrant smoke
Who cares if it makes you ill

We've all got to go soon enough
So don't forget the rule
No matter what the health freaks say
Smoking makes you look cool

Forget the coughing in the morning
Choking up your lungs
We've all got to die someday
You might as well die young

Yes, I just love smoking
With a pack you're never alone
And when I die I want
A 20  pack as my headstone
Ian Lewis Copestick
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Ian Lewis Copestick  45/M/Stoke On Trent
(45/M/Stoke On Trent)   
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