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Corn Silk Smoking Behind The Barn Behind the barn smoking with ease, Boys grow up doing things like these. Feeling pompous with fire, pipe and smoke, While trying to puff rings like the old folk. He's a man in blue jeans and straw hat, It's great fun and you can not beat that. Puffing away on corn silk, not so bad, Hope I'm not discovered by Mom, or Dad. A deep voice rang out, what's all this smoke! Son, try this cigar shouldn't make you choke. He watch his son on this momentous day, Turn green, gt sick, smoking is not the way. |
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