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Someone smells like smoke.  I can barely stand to sit here.
Clenching my teeth, I have a headache, everywhere near.
A friendly smoker has sat next to me, oh, dear.
I jump up, because her smell is killing me, so clear.

I am an asthmatic, and I cannot breathe next to a smoker, I think.
 In the nicest way I have to say, politely, if you smoke, you stink. 
Your breath stinks, and stench comes out of your pores that are no longer pink.
 If you do not agree, you are a smoker, and no offense, but you stink.

The only thing more smelly and more dangerous to me is Patty Perfume.
Patty wears so much perfume that an asthmatic like me has to leave the room.
I jump up and move an aisle or two over so my breathing can resume,
But Patty Perfume follows me, triggering a cough that blows me to the moon.

If I am lucky, I will merely throw up, after my cough will not quit.
There is often a cup that I can use to do a small dainty spit.
But when Smoker Sherry and Perfumed Patty both come sit next to me,
I cannot breathe, and I choke, my eyes water, I fall down on my knees.

They are both my worst nightmare, individually, and together.
I cannot attend church now, I pretend I am under the weather.
Should I put my life in danger, go to church, and pretend all is okay?
And hope Smoker Sherry and Perfumed Patty do not attend that day?

I might sound picky, set in my ways, and such, but need I remind you?
When you make your choices, you could be sealing other people’s fates too.

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