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Jun 2014
supplies were light onΒ Β 
a shortage did come about
what was one to do
in this drought

the packet had not
a tailor made within
its retinue of ciggies
were rather thin

for a few hours
one had to abstain
there would be
no puffing of a train

the local general store
has just opened its doors
so I rush on over to acquire
some nicotine for my pores

I've been strung out
since ten last night
as I haven't had Pall Mall menthol
to set a light

no doubt my nerves
will be less on edge
as I inhale some tobacco
into my lung's greying dredge
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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