Sitting on the steps outside
A bit cool but it's not bad
The geese aren't too loud
Sleeping folks are quite glad
A rustle in the leaves beside
Nocturnal insects wander about
In search of a tasty morsel
They scurry along and scout
My cigarette burns bright red
Not a good choice I know that
But I'd eat everything in sight
If it wasn't for the tobacco fat
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