1st May 2014

Another year, another challenge! Bring on the poetry!

One little cigarette,

It couldn't be that bad.

Just a little nicotine,

And I won't feel so sad.

Just one couldn't hurt.

One little puff of smoke.

Let the poison fill my lungs,

Then I can laugh and joke.

Little stick, not innocent.

Little breath, not clean.

Little ash, it's dirty.

But now has become a part of me.

The End

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