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Show The First Clrar. j A quiet eve beneath the stars, with brother Steve and two cigars. Behind the shed we slowly creep! the folks abed, the world asleep. I strike a light with shaky hand, in such a fright I scare can Btand. Like veterans grim we puff the smolce. My eyes grow dim, I almost al-most choke. Another and , another pull. How bitter sweetl My mouth is full of the biting weed. My stomach turns, oh. my, how sick! My throat, too, burns oh. help me quick. I roll; I squirm, with frightened look, just like a worm on a fishing hook. I cry for Steve; my cry's in vain; I see him heave with awful strainl When hope is fled, there breaks a light behind that shd upon our plight and dad is here, as forth we crawl, he grasps my ear and let th curtain fall. An interview next morn w had. Our words were few, but then our dd behind that shed he showed us Btars that till I'm dead our first cigar I'll never nev-er for-ge-t |