Thursday, 26 June 2008
Something to hold on to
I have learned to smoke because I need something to hold on to. I dare not be without a cigarette in my hand. If I should be looking the other way when the hour of doom is struck, how can I avoid being turned into stone unless I can remember something to do which will lead me back to the simplicity and safety of daily living?
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