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Marlboro Man

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Marlboro Man

Hey Marlboro Man with your graveyard stew
Death tried, but he can’t get next to you.
You’re tough, though you’re only pulp and glue.
Death tried, but he can’t get next to you
No he can’t get next to you.
Black coffee is my cup of brew.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA