I only smoke in Autumn
At the tail end of summer
In the middle of September
When the leaves are slowly dying
And the sky is low and grey
Then I get a sudden craving
(every year the same sensation)
For the taste of burned tobacco
And a rush of nicotine.
So I buy a pack of ten - and then
smoke one or two each week.
By the time the packet's finished
It is coming up to Christmas
And I do not need the solace
Of the smoke within my lungs.
So I only smoke in autumn
And I can't explain it better.
I can take it, or can leave it.
Just I'd rather take than leave.
Just I'd rather take than leave.
undated
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