But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Wednesday 24 June 2015
Smoking
Smoking is bad
So they say
You do it, you'll die
So they say
Tobacco, it stinks
So they say
A filthy habit
So they say
I like to smoke
So they say
Your choice
I say.
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