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The Cigarettes they butted my life strangled intoo

Oblivion

But the times were good so many thousands of sticks smoked

But it was good while it lasted cannot be a traitor to call
names now


But the start was with working class cigarettes but was lower

Middle class but then were comprador cigarettes during the

Golden days but the point is but they were tasting so different

Never smoked one brand for long until Twenty Eight

After coming to T but of course it was FOUR SQUARE

But if everan Epitah Stone should adorn My Grave

It should read FOUR SQUARE TOFFEES

But then i smoked for the pleasure and taste of the tobacco

So let it be known that they were my pick-up trucks to

Destinations hitherto not known to Tiloniaites and the joints

Were able to visualise

The best and the worst the problems the plans the Evaluation

Background Rationaile The BUDGET and the TIME PLAN

Where Words failed the butts went farther than any

And Conquered to Think

But it did HARM but the Joke was on Me

I wanted it and not the other way around

I wanted trouble knew the risk involved

Its a lame excuse to be rather than join the Writerraatti

But am i a writer i dunno i certainly am not in the RIGHT

There is a waft of Smoke coming from some where

I must go and findd out who is smoking but it is true

That another cigarette smoked and that is IT for me

But the Times were Golden So Innocent So Gracious

So Impetuous So Impulsive

The Youth off All Youth

Ah! What a Grand Time Twas

But there is no point in Ruminating

It was Good

While it

Smoked