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SMOKING SMELLS
Driving through the town,
In a smoky car today,
O'er the roads we frown,
Coughing all the way;
Breathing parent's smoke,
Making lungs turn black,
What fun it's not to ride and choke
While sitting in the back.
Smoking smells, smoking smells,
Dying all the way,
Oh what fun it's not to ride
In a smoky car today.
--William Shakespeery
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