Minister Jenna Williams Poet I do not know?

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 May 22, 2016 at 6:39 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 May 22, 2016 at 6:43 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!