Saying sulfates do not cause acid rain is the same as saying that smoking does not cause lung cancer.
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
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Research findings
Rain gets you cold but not always.
Otherwise also you can catch cold.
Cancer is from smoking, but not always.
Non smokers too can develop cancer.
Research findings come out like that,
With no use to common man
Who meet the expense of the research.
16.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Water Is Not Water
Just not wet anymore.
Won't work as a door stop.
Must have some water.
WATER-WATER-WATER-WATER
In the baby bottle, SMALL BOTTLE-ok.
Just thirsty.
Want some cold WATER? ?
We don't have any water.
CRY-CRY-CRY, tears are water.
BUT-there not wet NOW.
TEARS NOT WET - TEARS NOT WET.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
DRIP rain drops - DRIP.
Clouds full of ACID RAIN.
CRY-CRY-CRY-CRY.
11/24/2006 Joe Poewhit
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JESUS SAVES
poem by Joe Poewhit

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No Smoking
My wife became a smokeless-zone,
October ninety-four;
She said: 'I've had enough of these,
I'm smoking them no more.
They haven't done me any good,
And cost me lots of money;
To work out the exact amount
Would not be very funny.
To smoke like all my mates
I thought a clever thing to do;
We laughed behind the teacher's back
While puffing in the loo.
But in the end, just like they say,
The last laugh was on me:
I'm only thirty-two, and yet
I feel like forty-three!
At last I've realized that
From lung cancer there's no cure;
I'm just so glad I've packed them in,
This time for good, I'm sure.'
(Written Oct 1994)
poem by John Carter Brown

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I've always been very involved in anything that had to do with lung disease or cancer.
quote by Loni Anderson

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Chronic Smoking In Indonesia
All those millions millions of chain smokers
smoking all over islands Indonesia better stop
cut back your influencing jealous environment
it is November 4th 2010 and today twenty two
volcanoes here are smoking in social sympathy
dudes smoking kills more deadly like disasters
serious loss are your cancer deaths to families
harsh reality unhappiness death is by your hand
poem by Terence George Craddock

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the big C
those who fear it cannot call it
by its own name
big C for cancer,
but cancer is cancer
no more no less
depends on what stage
then you are taken
as the next
victim by an old
expert culprit
so unforgiving
mercilessly taking the lives
of those
destined to die
cancer is cancer
no more no less
a friend of mine dies
today of cancer of the
liver.
period. I say another prayer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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You Take Puffs, My Dears!
Smoking and Cholesterol are close friends
going synergy with lung cancer
and the heart diseases,
equip their hands with knives and guns
to threat, hit and shoot
and lead the gentry to knock
on the doors of mortality.
The off-springs of the smokers
tumble at the gate of morbidity
due to second-hand smoke
and their cognitive skills
go down with scarce oxygen.
Nicotine gallops the rate of heart-beat
and gives a red-carpet welcome to stress in men
but reduces the beats to enhance B.P in women.
The smokers are at the risk of cardiac-crisis
and the depression leads them to be at cancer-risk
with declining strength of killer-cells,
who move with surveillance cameras
for detecting the perilous cancers.
Why then the youth and sooth-sayers
take puffs often to compromise
their health and put it in hand-cuff?
The insurers will take to heels
if you approach them for health coverage?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah

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This is a Reflection of My Faith
as I went to cross the street
I came up to the light
on the corner
I pressed the button
in denial like St. Peter
one-two- three times
so I could cross
this is a reflection of my faith
I walked through my neighborhood
past the radiation clinic
my parents both died from cancer
my father cancer of the lung
my mother ovarian cancer
that metastasized to her brain
is this how I will go?
this is a reflection of my faith
I went by a house
that still had its Christmas lights on
it's May, they need to come down
I thought
this is a reflection of my faith
I crossed the parking lot by the store
a pretty girl smiled at me and my dog
I have been married twice
I turned away with no response
this is a reflection of my faith
poem by R. James Sterzinger

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Well, when I was younger, in high school, I started out smoking pot. Which escalated into taking acid on a regular basis, which escalated into selling acid. And then I started, when I went to college, I started doing opiates.
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Make me Proud
Young Morrison was at the plate
The bat gripped in his hands
His Father, Tom, was in the park,
down in the left field Stands.
His Father has lung cancer
and cannot fly on planes.
So he came to Citifield
aboard an Amtrak train.
It was young Logan’s birthday
And he hoped for something great.
He got a pitch that he could square.
He hit it flush and straight.
Not high enough to clear the wall-
Still over Beltran’s head
He hustled as they tracked it down
and made third base instead.
How glad he was to get that hit.
His smile began to grow.
His dad was glad he’d lived to see
His boy called to “the show”
Later, at his birthday party
He gave his Dad a gift
It was exactly what he wanted-
the ball from his first hit.
Tom Logan has inoperable lung cancer. He traveled 29 hours to see his son, Logan Morrison of the Marlins, play Wednesday night at Citifield. The triple Logan Morrison hit that night was the first of his major league career.
poem by John F. McCullagh

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On CBS Radio the news of his Ed Murrow's death, reportedly from lung cancer, was followed by a cigarette commercial.
quote by Alexander Kendrick

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Hope Isn’t Far
Hey, my name is Hope
And that is just the thing I need “Hope”
People always say there is hope
In my story it is just in grasp
Cancer is the thing in my life that needs hope
And my pappy who smoked dope
Where I live there are guns
And my neighbor’s son
Never has fun
It all started on my birthday
Two years ago
That is when found out that my dad was gay
Then my mom left
I was very sad
And mad at my dad
After two week my dad died
Then I was put into foster care
I got lung cancer at the fair
Laying in the hospital bed
Gasping for the last bit of air
There was a slim chance of HOPE
The cancer has disappeared in mid air
With in the next year
My health improved
And I got a new family
A new happy health family
I hope that you take this short poem in to your grasp and see that Hope is far from your grasp in bad times.
Poem Writer,
By: Jackie Thielman
poem by Jackie Thielman

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When I was an art student in the early 60's before the acid scene began I was smoking pot just like anyone else who was an artist.
quote by Bill Griffith

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Father's Day (4) (Making Lemon Into Lemonade)
My father beat my mother,
setting a very bad example.
But I did not follow that.
I love my wife very much.
My father was a chronic smoker,
causing him a malignant lung cancer.
But a cigarette I never touch,
because I know it is not good for my lung and heart.
My father was a heavy drinker
causing him cirrhosis of liver.
Even beer I never drink,
because I know it will put my health on the brink.
My father was very poor,
because he was a lazy worker,
As poverty hit very hard,
making my fighting-spirit very tough.
Those were blessings in disguise,
a good lesson for my life.
I suffered a lot by those bad habits.
I don't want my wife and kids suffer a bit.
I want to be father-unlike son,
giving my family warmth like a dawning sun.
Cancer
We don't know
How strong we are
Til being strong
Is the only choice
We have.
Why is it
That we have to be
Strong for others
When we have to be
Strong for ourselves?
Someone once said
'Wining isn't everything'
Well, he obviously
Never had
Cancer.
To lose your fight
Against cancer
Is to give in
To cancer
And die.
Though many are scared
Of this dreaded cell
Cancer is only a word
Not a whole
Sentence.
Just remember
You are not
Dying from cancer
You are living
With it.
poem by Tiana Webb

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What It Means to Compromise
Smoking cigars, drinking
Scotch, setting outside
Candle light night
Writing poetry – seems
Romantic to me, but NOT
My health crazed
Californian lover who
Lays awake these nights
Worrying that I will die
Young – from lung cancer
The only man that has ever
Given multiple orgasms
Like tender gift wrapped
Presents.
She pretends to be
Asleep, when I enter
Smelling of tobacco
And scotch, she pretends
I wake her as I
Spoon next smelling
Her showered cleanness -
Ivory and strawberries
She says, “MMMMMMMM
Hello dear..mmmmmmm….Did
You write something beautiful? ”
I reply, ” Nothing as beautiful as you.”
Letting my hand slip slide across her
Hip curve, where there
Should be fur, but NOT
Just silk then folds
This seems romantic
To her and thus
We share, settle
And compromise.
poem by Byron Headrick

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A Tribute to Terry Fox (in iambic dimeter)
While just a teen,
And Cancer struck,
They took a leg
To save his life!
He liked to run
And loved to win;
But Cancer came
To play a game!
Now Earth was hell!
Yet, Fox would run
A marathon
For Cancer’s sake!
His aim was high-
To raise a fund
For Cancer’s fight,
Despite his plight!
But half-way through,
His Cancer spread
To both his lungs,
Despite the drugs!
He covered miles,
Before Life’s end;
Undaunted till
The last, he stayed!
Posthumously,
He turned so great;
His one-legged walk
For Cancer’s sake
Earned him a name
Indelible!
He is ‘alive’!
His run goes on
All o’er the world
In Cancer’s name!
The world had lost
A lad so young
Courageous
Exemplary!
poem by John Celes

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Cancer has been unfortunately in my life. My mom's best friend is kicking ass in her battle with breast cancer. Both of my grandmas had cancer. I recently lost a friend to cancer.
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I understand that smoking is vaguely inappropriate in certain situations. You know, like an orphanage, cancer ward, whatever.
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