My daddy is a smoker
Disturbing us like a Hitler
He works in a smokers centre
And is a well know cigar lender
His lungs are really black and white
To stop him smoke we always fight
His blood pressure is in the highest rate
To inhale smoke is our disastrous fate
I don’t know when we will stop smoke-breathing
I don’t know when my daddy will stop cigar-smoking
(written for my dad, Harris, who smokes as well as works in a 'smoker's centre))
MARCH 28,2008
sania harris
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