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Puff On The Magic WagonToday's the day for disarray as I am quitting smoking. I'm feeling calm, no sweaty palms, No I?m not, I'm f#####g joking! I feel quite sad to say bye-bye to my orange-filtered friends. I'll have to suck on lollipops, my thumb and felt-tip pens. The curl of smoke, the nightly choke, the wheezing in the breeze are pleasures I shall dearly miss as I munch upon some cheese. My yellow teeth had mellowed to the soothing nico-dream. My lungs were quite resigned to thinking that they'll stay unclean. I reckon, though, the thing I'll miss the absolutely most is watching as the flames turn all that money into toast. Richard Leach Copyright © 2003 Richard Leach |
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