Rose's red, vi'lets blue. Sugar is sweet but not lak you. De vi'lets fade, de roses fall; But you gits sweeter, all in all. As shore as de grass grows 'round de stump, You is my darlin' Sugar Lump. W'en de sun d... Read more of Roses Red at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...



TOO GREAT A SACRIFICE.








The maid, as by the papers doth appear,
Whom fifty thousand dollars made so dear,
To test Lothario's passion, simply said,
"Forego the weed before we go to wed.
For smoke, take flame; I'll be that flame's bright fanner.
To have your Anna, give up your Havana."
But he, when thus she brought him to the scratch,
Lit his cigar, and threw away his match.

ANON.





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