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Stop Smoking!
You will surely and forever stop smoking
when you hear what it is I have to say:
the way that you stop is so very simple,
just make up your mind and put them away.
You need not live in a self-imposed prison,
escape thyself into the land of the free.
the poisonous lil' monsters are unforgiving,
they will never again have power over me.
recite this poem at least ten times a day,
it'll come to pass when they hear you say,
"I don't smoke".
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