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There was a man who liked to smoke; "I’ll quit some day", he used to joke.
He took them with him where ever he went; and out of his wallet the money was spent.
He needed them more and so more he would pay; just to get through the pressures of his day.
Once he was home, it didn’t slow down; he needed a puff and searched all around.
Finding them on the table, he gave a deep sigh; relieved that his brain would soon be on high.
Feeling able to handle almost all things with peace; he went to lie down to relax and to cease
thinking about the stuff that clouded his mind; drifting to sleep, putting the day behind.
Then waking in the morning, fumble he did; looking for those cigs, with an open eye-lid.
Finding them not, he yelled aloud; everyone could hear him, even those in a crowd.
Then clutching his chest, he gave a loud wheeze; breathing his last, he fell down with a seize.
When they found him, they said he was holding a lighter; his other hand held, an empty pack even tighter.
What a sad end to his life, what a total disaster; as cigarettes laughed knowing they were his master.
“Stop?” he used to ask, flashing a smile that was quick; "Maybe one day when they start to make me sick.
Don’t judge me now, there’s no need to get rough; I’m healthy, I’m young, I don’t even cough".
But that day finally came when he did finally stop; his heart gave up and to the floor did he drop.
The moral of the story is simply to say; cigarettes do what they do, they have their own way.
You might think that you have plenty of time to play; but they cost you a dear price, it’s your life that you pay.
So don't put it off, don't make yourself wait, get stop smoking help before it's too late.
