By age eight my favorite brand was Viceroy
The third time Dad caught me smoking
This man of few words was moved to poetic intensity
“Bill, the next time I catch you smoking –
I’m going to knock your block off! ”
I quit. Eleven years before the Surgeon General’s report
I knew that smoking was hazardous to my health.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem