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A long, forgotten..... memory.
Brought, on the wind.
Watered, down .....nicotine.
In a tobacco like, kinda, smell.
It's a memory, that tastes, sweet.....
Though smoke, smells,..... stale.
It leaves ash, and blacked stubs.
Soggy, blackened, lungs.
And yellow teeth, like's seen.....
On
A rabid dog....,
Giajl © Jim Love