January 13, 2015

Dasher, Dancer, Smoke a pack Prancer, cancer Hit the sack. One day you'll wake And realize you Need to stop For their sake, too. You want to be there When they graduate You want to be there When they take the leap. When the baby Takes his first steps When Morgan dates The girl with the pep. You cannot be here If you're smoking a pack. You will be in bed, And will have hit the sack.

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Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 5/22/2016 6:39:00 PM

That is so true Jennifer, just glad I for one don't smoke and neither do the people in my family! (Although my Mom used to and quit around age 40):)

Minister Jenna Williams
Date: 5/22/2016 6:43:00 PM

My step-mom did, my dad went thru a phase and did, my husband does off and on, I tried it years ago and thought I would die! Its like trying to swallow a brillow pad!