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Dec 2012
As I **** this cigarette
my life go's up in smoke,
in clouds of gray and white
some day I'll die of stroke.

If only I would quit
this habit that I have,
my lungs would never rot
all cancerous and scabbed.

And though I know this all,
to my love I still return,
for nicotine I crave for nicotine I yearn.

Take this poem to heart,
and let thy cigarette go,
for dieing of lung cancer
is the slowest death I know.
wanna hear meΒ Β reading this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdOHXCTrZSk
Jacob Daniel Ellinger
Written by
Jacob Daniel Ellinger  Grand Rapids Michigan
(Grand Rapids Michigan)   
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