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Tobacco is a filthy weed,
That from the devil does proceed;
It drains your purse, it burns your clothes,
And makes a chimney of your nose.
-- B. Waterhouse
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, star, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
Light on the budding leag, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
-- J. R. R
🎫 -- 🌋 -- 🐝 -- 🥒 -- 🌏 -- 🎁 -- 🎄 -- 🐠 -- 🏓 -- 📗 -- 🍆 -- 😺 -- 👔 -- 🕺 -- 💄