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Charlie was a chemist,
But Charlie is no more.
For what he thought was H2O,
Was H2SO4.
Tobacco is a filthy weed,
That from the devil does proceed;
It drains your purse, it burns your clothes,
And makes a chimney of your nose.
-- B. Waterhouse
Everything's great in this good old world;
(This is the stuff they can always use.)
God's in his heaven, the hill's dew-pearled;
(This will provide for baby's shoes.)
Hunger and War do not mean a thing;
👹 -- 👃 -- 👽 -- 🍖 -- 🎽 -- 💚 -- 😺 -- 👾 -- 📕 -- 🚙 -- 👳 -- ⛳ -- 📀 -- 🌸 -- 🐟