Long Tabacco Poems

The unsung heroes of the open plains
The outlaw bandits like Jesse James 

Cut throat thieves and black jack hustlers 
Green horn Cowboys and long horn rustlers 

They all stood the Cowboys test
A stetsons man a...

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I left barefoot
to reach you.
So far, of stones,
Barefoot,
just to reach you
before  sunrise.

Walls loaded of mildew, 
Turgid back coat, I can’t underpin myself,
not even to touch them
Is easy, I’ll build a house,
sometime from fir wood.

You...

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I smoke and I choke has my
lungs fill up with smoke.
Yes, it is my addiction
a tobacco confliction.
I smoke to ease my pain
and stress to realize 
I am not at my best.
Only to realize I made...

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I walk through the brisk morning,
smoking my last cigarett.
The dark is calming to me.
Dogs bark in the nieghbors yard as I pass.

Sucking in the sweet smoke of English tabacco,
letting it flow out of my mouth,
only...

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