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Feb 2013
I've loved it ever since
I was a young boy
sitting in the car
heated leather seats
as my dad steered the car
in twists and turns
throughout the night
He could get that car
to move so fast
smoking his menthols
the smoke wafted out
like a cartoon
it formed a finger
and entered into my nostrils
I was hooked ever since

"Look what I stole from My dad"
Martin was vibrating with the deed
A card pack
colored red and white
filled with instant bad ***
"You have to inhale
when you light it"
"I know that jack ***"
the cherry sparked up
and I took the first drag
It was like inhaling
boiling hot ocean water
cough cough cough
holding it out
Martin took it carefully
like a black widow
and put it to his lips
basically the same reaction

We smoked a few more each
and got sick
I walked home
sitting on my bed
the biggest head rush
crashing against my skull
I passed out on my bed
lights on
fully clothed
and in love
Harry J Baxter
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Harry J Baxter  Richmond
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