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All know-“Smoking is injurious to health”
The label on cigarette-packs too says!
And this is just the legal requirement;
To sell Tobacco in so many ways!
The walls are painted in such wondrous hues!
That captivates the mind of any soul;
The advertisements are cleverly done,
That reaches hearts of everyone- prime goal.
The smoker is soon slave to Tobacco!
The magic works in any type of clime,
Relaxing minds and taking stress off work;
The habit turns addiction in short time.
While planes and trucks carry the poison leaf,
The air gets polluted- anyone’s guess!
The unwary souls breathe and invite grief;
Lung-Cancer takes its toll in much excess.
While Academies discuss key-issues,
The world remains confused by smoke-hazards;
Who cares about the lives unfairly lost,
Though dangers are highlighted by ev’n Bards?
12-09-2003
Copy-righted by dr john celes
Dr John Celes
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