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The First Cigarette

I was a woman

Glamorous, sparkling,

With eyes that shone, guarding secrets untold,

Lips that were petulant, pouting and bold

With a body moulded to gentleman's delight

And pedicured toe-nails shining and bright.

I patronized night clubs,

Danced until three.

And hundreds of men

Were mad about me.

Then in a panic

My dream began to cool,

I mashed out the cigarette

And was late for school.