Really bad poetry.

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Quit with all that smoking cigarettes crap today... yay for me!

Here's a poem I wrote last night while smoking my last one...

The Bathroom

Toilet paper balls,
Coughs are on the wall;

Moldy shower door,
dirty panties on the floor;

Corner full of hair,
sour washcloth over there,

but all I do is stare...

In the Mirror.

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Thank you for the nice comment... I don't get much traffic round here these days... so I feel safe posting my crappy writings, lol.

I was pretty proud of my "Bus analogy" too... ;)

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Doing great with the not smoking thing!

It wasn't nearly as hard this time with only two weeks off the wagon as opposed to 13 years of habitual smoking, although it baffles me how easy it was to fall back into full-time smoker mode after being quit 8 years... it's been surreal.

If I fall off the wagon again... it will definitely be a good cigar. Yum.

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P.S... congrats on 3 or 4 years no smoking!!! It really IS the best thing EVER!!! I think it took the relapse for me to really let go of the whole "cool" smoking image thing. So weird to associate "coolness" with such a disgusting habit... but I really did.