Three men were flying on a plane over the jungle when it crashed. They were the only people who survived. They decided that starting the next morning one of them would go out and make weapons and see if he could kill anything. So the next morning... Read more of Hunting in the jungle at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
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A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...



ODE TO TOBACCO.








Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend,
Come, and thy suppliant attend
In each dull, lonely hour;
And though misfortunes lie around,
Thicker than hailstones on the ground,
I'll rest upon thy power.
Then while the coxcomb, pert and proud,
The politician, learned and loud,
Keep one eternal clack,
I'll tread where silent Nature smiles,
Where Solitude our woe beguiles,
And chew thee, dear Tobac.

DANIEL WEBSTER.





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