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Smoking Poems

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...



THOSE ASHES.








Up to the frescoed ceiling
The smoke of my cigarette
In a sinuous spray is reeling,
Forming flower and minaret.

What delicious landscape floating
On perfumed wings I see;
Pale swans I am idly noting,
And queens robed in filagree.

I see such delicious faces
As ne'er man saw before,
And my fancy fondly chases
Sweet maids on a fairy shore.

Now to bits my air-castle crashes,
And those pictures I see no more;
My grandmother yells: "Them ashes--
Don't drop them on the floor!"

R.K. MUNKITTRICK.





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