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I am Smokey Joe, I laugh and sing with the sticks of disease
by Sam Roberts
The vertical fumes of cigarette smoke rise gently into the air
A hoop departs from the lips of addiction
It skips and dances into the air, then vanishes.
Is it really my fault I love benzene and hydrogen cyanide?
It's a shame I don't know much about chemistry.
But I'll stay with the notion that they help me
04/26/2003 Posted on 06/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
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| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/24/11 at 02:50 AM I don't smoke (tried it a few years ago and it never stuck with me) but...I have to agree; there's nothing like a singer who smokes; fabulously written, Sam. |
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