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Dec 2017
It's 5 'O'Clock, the night's hardly begun yet
And already I am almost out of cigarettes
I tell myself I'll only smoke one every two hours
But, I'm kidding myself, I know I don't have the willpower

As every serious smoker knows
A cigarette every 10 minutes is the way it goes
If you have to pick up other people's dog ends
It's easier than letting your habit end

I love to smoke, I smoke to love
This addiction comes from God above
I would smoke the devil's greasy fingers
If I had to, that's how bad it lingers

I know that smoking will **** me
But not if I **** myself you see
Ian Lewis Copestick
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Ian Lewis Copestick  45/M/Stoke On Trent
(45/M/Stoke On Trent)   
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