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by Mark Hopwood Oct 2, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The smoke I exhale rises high Except for the smoke that goes in my eye Strange how it stings, But I can blow smoke rings. I can blow smoke out of my nose It comes out and then it goes But when smoke goes up it stings a lot, I guess it's having a fight with all the snot.