Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm still not smoking,
How about you?
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I know that I shall never see
A cigarette as lovely as a tree.
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Mary had a little cig,
The tube was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
That cig was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rule
So Mary quit cold turkey
Mama din't raise no fool.
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I know, I know. Many of you teared up when you read these. Lump in your throat and all that. I won't apologize for my talent; I was born with it. 
Thanks for reading.
