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Give Up Smoking Tobacco

A traveller walks with crutches,
passing by me with one leg stretches,
Other leg amputated above the knee,
Enquired I, Why? How?

Said he, one toe became black,
Reduced blood circulation to the little toe
and circulation to adjacent toes
also getting cut;

The history is that he was a smoker
of Beedi - rolled tobacco leaves -
Smoking of Beedi leads to narrowing of blood vessels
supplying the toes, results in clotting of blood;

The toes get gangrenous,
tissue death extends towards the hip
necessitating in amputation
of toes to midthigh;

Give up smoking tobacco
to escape from death of tissues
and removal of toes and lower limbs,
GIVE UP SMOKING TOBACCO!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Twinkle Toes

Written by roy orbison/bill dees
Hey boys, gather round boys, the money's right
Go down to low town for me tonight
Walk onto forty four and knockon that big black door
Lay some money on that man
And get the very best table you can
Well,there's a soul band's wailing behind the beat,
And they cook when the blue lights spin.
There's a go-go girl yeah,
She works it out,now.
Look when you walk in,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.everybody knows
To see her dance,now,my twinkletoes.
Well the people put my good baby down
Cos she comes from across the track
But twinkle toes and i got a good thing
And we don't look back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
That's twinkle toes
Ah yeah my baby
My twinkle toes
Twinkle toes is dancing 'cos she's lonely
The world may take me very far away
Twinkle toes, she knows i love her only
But give her lovely times some lovely day
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
Tell twinkle toes that i love her
But i've got a train that just won't wait
Tell twinkle toes i'm dreaming of her
I've tried to get by but it's too late, too late
Well i'm gone now boys and do have a good time
But don't forget me
If she thought i left without goodbye
I'd die in misery
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She's twinkle toes
Tell her i love her
My twinkle toes
Yeah, twinkle toes,
Dance on and on girl.
I got...
You know i want you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well twinkletoes you know i love you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Baby doll yeah, keep on dancing
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
My twinkle toes...

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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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

song performed by by Incubus
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Toes

The current is strong from what I've heard
It'll whisk you down the stream
But I never seem to have the time
So my toes just touch the water
So my toes just touch the water
Daydreamed on the bank again
I was swimming with the fish
And I thought this time that it may be true
But my toes just touched the water
But my toes just touched the water
But my toes just touched the water
Walked a mile just to find the edge
Some place low enough
To step right in
Now I'm here and I can't begin
To move
Walked a mile just to find the edge
Some place low enough
To step right in
Now I'm here and I can't begin
To move
That spoiled sun up over there
Always has to have its way
And now I know that the river's there to shelter me
But my toes just touch the water
But my toes just touch the water
But my toes just touch the water

song performed by by Norah Jones
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Ooo Baby Your Mojo Overloads

My blood boils,
And my pressure rises.
My heart thumps,
And my throat gets lumpy.

My legs feel weak,
And my feet can't lead me.
I want to go,
But I'm moping like a dope!

Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
You've got me snacking on that!
And,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!

My blood boils,
And my pressure rises.
My heart thumps,
And my throat gets lumpy.

My legs feel weak,
And my feet can't lead me.
I want to go,
But I'm moping like a dope!
Like a yo-oh-oh-yo!
Oh baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
You've got me snacking on that!
And,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!

Say,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
I want to snack on that!

Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!

My toes curl up,
And I know they show!

Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
Like a smoke shoulder cooking,
Rotated and rolled.
Ooo baby you've got my heart and took over.
My toes curl up,
And I know they show!

Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
I'm afraid to stand 'cause I'll fall right over.
Yesss,
Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
You've got me stirred up like a race car motor.
And,
Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
I can float on water and not be in a boat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barefoot Ballad

(words & music by fuller - morris)
I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Wont you play for me a down home country song
cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just cant go wrong
Give me a honk-tonk fiddle with a guitar in the middle and a melody
Humming like a fountain swinging out on smokey mountain
I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Wont you play for me a down home country song
cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just cant go wrong
Now the big toes connected to the two toe
And the two toes connected to the three toe
And the three toes connected to the four toe
And the four toes connected to the five toe
And the five toe and away we go
I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Wont you play for me a down home country song
cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just cant go wrong
Now the big toes connected to the two toe
And the two toes connected to the three toe
And the three toes connected to the four toe
And the four toes connected to the five toe
And the five toe and away we go
I wanna barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Wont you play for me a barefoot ballad song.

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Toes and Knees

If my toes could kiss
they would;

they would curl coyly
and touch your shin
and work they way north.

If my toes could have sex
they would
and they would have my foot
kissed
and seek your mouth.

'I'm toe-sensitive
too-sensitive
and I can't really tell anyone.'
he said.

She said;
Well, that is interesting;
here is my secret spot;
the back of my knee
stroked softly.

Is your toe free?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Death Wink Watches Smokers Burn Time

yes we knew you were smoking extra
stress does that reaction to corpus reasons
eat me drink me impact implications

smoking eat smoke inhale lit consequences
smoking lurks among thinner thinner drugs
produces need to infuse body in toxic soups

calm smokes in 4000 plus list chemicals
baby chemicals in addiction cigarettes
in need tobacco smoke kill victim bodies

smoking harmful over 50 known carcinogens
carcinogens cause cancer in inhaling humans
so many poisons rest delight to smoker graves

nice virgin new pack light up your cancer sticks
use as intended cigarettes sold legally crave favours
each need puff puff accumulates over time kills

so few products packaged so appallingly sold legally
tobacco companies out fox pending ongoing lawsuits
avoid health long term effects smoking responsibilities

what words could I pose what list pain suffering illnesses
exhaustive would stimulate horror in smoker smog minds?
what chemicals in cigarettes will people fear flee recognize?

rational mind puff is not addictive mind plead pax denials
poisons self inhaled leisure cruise smoker bloodstreams
recognize relate rat bait harmful disease dire consequences

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Pobble Who Has No Toes

The Pobble who has no toes
Had once as many as we;
When they said "Some day you may lose them all;"
He replied "Fish, fiddle-de-dee!"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
Lavender water tinged with pink,
For she said "The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"

The Pobble who has no toes
Swam across the Bristol Channel;
But before he set out he wrapped his nose
In a piece of scarlet flannel.
For his Aunt Jobiska said "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe, -- provided he minds his nose!"

The Pobble swam fast and well,
And when boats or ships came near him,
He tinkledy-blinkledy-winkled a bell,
So that all the world could hear him.
And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
When they saw him nearing the further side -
"He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's
Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"

But before he touched the shore,
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green porpoise carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
And when he came to observe his feet,
Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
His face at once became forlorn,
On perceiving that all his toes were gone!

And nobody ever knew,
From that dark day to the present,
Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
In a manner so far from pleasant.
Whether the shrimps, or crawfish grey,
Or crafty Mermaids stole them away -
Nobody knew: and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!

The Pobble who has no toes
Was placed in a friendly Bark,
And they rowed him back, and carried him up
To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
And she made him a feast at his earnest wish
Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish, -
And she said "It's a fact the whole world knows,
That Pobbles are happier without their toes!"

poem by Edward Lear
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The Buddha in the Womb

Bobbing in the waters of the womb,
little godhead, ten toes, ten fingers
& infinite hope,
sails upside down through the world.

My bones, I know, are only a cage
for death.
Meditating, I can see my skull,
a death's head,
lit from within
by candles
which are possibly the suns
of other galaxies.

I know that death
is a movement toward light,
a happy dream
from which you are loath to awaken,
a lover left
in a country
to which you have no visa,
& I know that the horses of the spirit
are galloping, galloping, galloping
out of time
& into the moment called NOW.

Why then do I care
for this upside-down Buddha
bobbling through the world,
his toes, his fingers
alive with blood
that will only sing & die.

There is a light in my skull
& a light in his.
We meditate on our bones only
to let them blow away
with fewer regrets.

Flesh is merely a lesson.
We learn it
& pass on.

poem by Erica Jong
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Beggar

Quick on his toes
Squats on empty floor
Unmindful
Of millions of toes
Which cross the floor
Shaped the incense stick
Vigorously rolled on that floor
Lit it
Fixed on the bowl
Icon of Almighty
And off
Hands spread
To receive the alms
Not bothered
To have revealed the traits
Of his profession.

poem by Sanjay Mehta
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The true face of smoking is disease, death and horror - not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.

quote by David Byrne
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Sand-Between-The-Toes

I went down to the shouting sea,
Taking Christopher down with me,
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.

The sea was galloping grey and white;
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.

There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out.

When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is found with
Sand-between-the-toes.

poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Death Out Of Fame

I made a death out of fame,
Food became the emblem;
Once the priest forbade the code,
I helped the message into the throat.
We can wear a real heaven on this day,
A clear work has been addressed to us,
The real haunting from a ghost arrived.
Inside, the reality of the stamping of feet
Pressures the toes and feet.
The house so outlandish is to feed
And more toes shall be trod upon by the weak.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Dearest brother! (song)

Oh brother of mine, why don't you just die tonight.

oh brother, oh brother, oh brother... just die tonight.

i can see it now your lying in the snow,
blood red all aroung,
from your head down to you toes.

Oh brother of mine, why don't you just die tonight.

Nobodys around, it will be a sweet sound.
good bye Good Bye GOOD BYE! ! !

theres joy in my face,
i'll put you in that place,
not heven but hell,
where you've always belonged.

oh brother, oh brother, oh brother... just die tonight.

nobody would care,
your just a piece of air,
everything will be sweet,
it will be neat,
the my best treat

Its amazing, i know this is ture,
its all gonna come after you,
its all gonna come, come when your gone

Oh brother just die just die just DIE tonight

You'll be on the missing person list,
for a min, or two,
untill we realize this,
NOBODY LIKES YOU!

you'll do us a favor, so put that to your head,
and wish for your sweet death.

Say your good byes, though nobody will cry
just pull that God damn trigger and just die.

Oh brother of mine why don't you just die.
JUST FCUKING DIE! ! !

***(i don't accually wish death on my brother, i was just very angry at him at the time. but hay... you would too if you were the only girl in the family of 6 children....yes that means i have 5 older brothers. it sucks major ass.) ****

poem by Katie Unknown
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Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II:

Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II: On Malicious Cruelty To Harmless Creatures
The cruelty of P. L. Brown—
(He had ten toes as good as mine)
Was known to every one in town,
And, if he never harmed a noun,
He loved to make verbs shriek and whine.

The 'To be' family’s just complaints—
(Brown had ten toes as good as mine)
Made Brown cast off the last restraints:
He smashed the 'Is nots' into 'Ain’ts'
And kicked both mood and tense supine.

Infinitives were Brown’s dislike—
(Brown, as I said, had ten good toes)
And he would pinch and shake and strike
Infinitives, or, with a pike,
Prod them and then laugh at their woes.

At length this Brown more cruel grew—
(Ten toes, all good ones, then had Brown)
And to his woodshed door he drew
A young infinitive and threw
The poor, meek creature roughly down,

And while the poor thing weakly flopped,
Brown (ten good toes he had, the brute!)
Got out his chopping block and dropped
The martyr on it and then propped
His victim firmly with his boot.

He raised his axe! He brandished it!
(Ye gods of grammar, interpose!)
He brought it down full force all fit
The poor infinitive to split—

*
(Brown after that had but six toes!

Warning

Infinitives, by this we see.
Should not he split too recklessly.

poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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040710c Waves Is Calling Me

i wear single layer of socks today
i use two for protection from cold
felt so good, my toes could breathe
blood circulation zips to its heights
my toenails turn reddish from pale
but i lost that solid grip on my stride

it could be nice if i can wear shorts
or t-shirts that says 'springtime to me'
and run around the beach whole day
work must comes first for good living
if i have a chance i go up to uppermost
of this structure to peek how's the beach

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Anti Tobacco

Walking down, I see half- burnt killer pipes,
Lying on the streets, after hurting many lives..
The silly lips who touch the burning devil,
Are to be dead soon, can't sign even their 'will'!

I see the teeth chewing the tobacco products,
In the surroundings of the stores of betel nuts..
There's one each in the corner of every street,
But dozens of people gathered around for the treat!

When it is printed on the box itself,
That smoking is injurious to health..
Why dare to smoke with a sip of tea?
And compete with the smoke clouds; How pleasing to see!

The Government fell through to make them aware,
They carry on smoking; None does care..
The roll of paper is burnt even by boys of sixteen,
To face the fatal consequences of nicotene..

One day, like the cigarette, your face would burn,
Diseases, cancers and then it is Death's turn..
And when you're being wished farewell on your deathbed,
Nothing but tears will reveal you regret..

One would ask 'How can you make the Death Prediction? '
I say, ' I'm clever enough to know the results of this worst addiction! '
For the sake of mankind, I would like to advise,
'Leave smoking, Behave wise! '

poem by Abhinit Chute
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I'd Like To Teach The World To Smoke

(parody of 'I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing')

I'd like to build the world an addiction
And furnish it with pain
Grow tobacco leaves and more tobacco leaves, people's got smoking on the brain
I'd like to teach the world to smoke
In perfect harmony
And grasp it slowly round the neck, laughing as it choked

I'd like to see the world for once
All addicts a gasping, choking mix
And hear them echo through the hills Oh, where's my latest fix

(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony

I'd like to teach the world to smoke
In perfect harmony

I'd like to build the world an addiction
And furnish it with pain
Grow tobacco leaves and more tobacco leaves, people's got smoking on the brain
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
I'd like to strangle it in my arms and make my company money
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to see the world for once
All addicts a gasping, choking mix
And hear them echo through the hills Oh, where's my latest fix

(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony

(Sydney, Australia - 2007)

poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Tobacco exports should be expanded aggressively because Americans are smoking less.

quote by Dan Quayle
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I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes

I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes,
For that's where my intellect shows.
And as for my hair,
Do you think I should care
To comb it at night with my toes?

I'd rather have ears than a nose,
I'd rather have fingers than toes,
But as for my hair:
I'm glad it's all there;
I'll be awfully sad when it goes.

I wish that my Room had a Floor;
I don't so much care for a Door,
But this walking around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore!

poem by Gelett Burgess
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