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cigarettes and poems

quit smoking poems
fell into the back ground
like that mako shark
under attack at rest
it would come upon the bait
so flippin fast! (think it was a she)
and after a bite, drift
back into dark blue
how poems have gone
since quit smoking
there is no pulsating go
if not something to stop upon

21 Oct 14

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English man.
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Why are substances so inspiring?  Nice poem
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