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Well, (as the old poem says)
Worry not, ye who ask, For I have set my own self beyond the boundaries of perplexity(drugs), And so, whithersoever I walketh, mine lips shalt not touch yours...(oops, I meant) Mine lips shalt not touch any weed or grass of the field. (including tobbacco)
(translation: I ain't smoke)
...and besides, I want to die late, not early
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Tom@s
_____Rueda
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