Norman
(This poem is about Norman Greene. He died June 12, 2001. He was fifty-six.)
When I learned that my uncle had lung cancer, I was stunned.
He died in 2001.
He smoked four packs of cigarettes a day.
Sadly he's gone away.
I wish he would've quit smoking or at least cut down.
The world would be better if he was still around.
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