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| Tolerance by Dr. J and Larry Bird Go One on One 03/02/2003, 3:10pm PST | ||||
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| All night
the dry air nicked his lips. Drawing blood and closing the wound Toying with its prey. The assault left huge boogers in his nose. Angry snorting, like a bull Might expel them. Smoking's novelty had long passed. He wanted one anyway But not yet. His work is juggling lives. Some say "saving" There's no such thing. Around noon with lives in the air, it's time. Excuse me, I'll be right back In time, probably. They say "smoking kills." Obviously but who? Danger and Nicotine Inhaled together. He expels the arid smoke And pretends he's addicted to only one. |
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Tolerance by 03/02/2003, 3:10pm PST  A Haiku by 03/02/2003, 3:39pm PST |
