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Marketing works, I think

Because even though they stink

When I contemplate a cigarette

All I see is myself, as a coquette;

Delicate fingers wrapped around,

Exhaling soft plumes by the pound,

Flicking the lighter with my thumb.

Come on, now don’t play dumb

I know the instant that you read it

You wanted a smoke, though you’d regret it.

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