A good deal of time has been spent washing blinds and windows in Old Smokey's den. A layer of brown had accumulated during the summer and needed to be removed. It makes you wonder what his lungs look like, doesn't it? Anyway, I found a poem by Graham Lee Hemminger that fits the situation well:
TOBACCO
Tobacco is a dirty weed;
I like it.
It satisfies no normal need;
I like it.
It makes you thin, it makes you lean,
It takes the hair right off your bean,
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen:
I like it.
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