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by Ian Robert Dec 6, 2004 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
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