.Coming through the filter, sweet upon my lips
the smoke mollifies the lung into which it rips
In a sunlit tavern, in a corner booth
sucking stale popcorn, there I met dear Ruth
She'd only just lost the baby, seven months and a week
Drank a month of Seagrams, kissed me on the chee.
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