Shisha

by Ian Robert   Dec 6, 2004


Withdrawl from the fine smoke,
That mellows through the air,
Needy is my mind,
Broken are my lungs,
Slap myself to regain control,
Maybe I should soak myself in petro-oil,
Then if I ever tried too lite it,
I'd blow up for sure!

Ian Robert Potapoff

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