My cigarette burns like a flame
My lungs will never be the same
I puff and I puff
I can't get enough
I'll get cancer just the same
"Loving Annabelle: What's up with the smoking?"
I love the look on the teacher's face when she says "my lungs will never be the same." Can you imagine being a student and actually writing and reading this poem in class?
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