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Cancer party

There was 7 in the packet when we started
7 sticks of pure, cancerous victory

'better lock the door' she said

The old Sod was outside tending his garden
Putting those foul, spindly fingers
to a more appropriate use
Completely unaware of being
locked out of his own house

We sat in his lounge
Watched him from the window
Puffed on his cigarettes
and laughed
and coughed

It was a waste of good smoke
We didn't even inhale
and the taste made us queasy

Still, those were the best 3 and a half cigarettes I ever had.

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And it sadly puts into second place a poem I really liked.

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so hopefully no more cancer parties again?
I have really enjoyed reading you dear violet..

Ah ! forgot to say , the title is extremely expressive..
Keep it up!!


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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Old anti-smoking ad memory
probably from the seventies as this
was when I was plunked down
in front of the mind-junk-funk box
what would childhood be without it
or a cigarette or two
between the fingers
like glamour godliness
and glossy billboards loud
and obscene

this poem is panoramic
narcotic good

Thank You Violet...

my cousin and i smoked a whole packet of her father's one day as we were frightened that he would notice some gone from it
- but thought (young and stupid as we were) that he wouldn't notice if the whole packet was gone

we were both sick as dogs after - one would've thought i would've learnt my lesson from all those years ago
- yet i still took it up in my ;late teens

a very good write
great descriptive
love judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Ah! the good old days of addiction to cigarettes and whiskey no need to go on about the women lol Loved the write, I live in a smokeless zone now.
Gave up in 91 had smoked enough years away, takes a year to get the smell out of things lol, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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