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14887	nan	Pipe and Pouch: The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry			.txt	text/plain	29730	3130	97	My Pipe _German Smoking Song_ 7 Sweet Smoking Pipe _Anon._ 146 As, like other ancient maidens, they perchance object to smoking. 'Tis sweet through smoke-puffs, wreathing slow, And in peace smoke my brierwood pipe. We never more, old pipe, shall see those days, Thou dear old friend, with thy most honest phiz, Thou hast thy separate virtues, honest pipe! For though, like thee, each pipe was black and old, Like great John Paul, who would have loved thee well, well, then, love, smoke every day, I live, and smoke my faithful pipe In sweet content, old pipe of mine. We'll smoke for good old by-gone days! Then let each smoking pipe be broke,-Say, pipe, let's talk of love; And blue like smoke her eyes; SWEET SMOKING PIPE. Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, And smoke a good pipe of tobacco. In dust, like a pipe of tobacco.	./cache/14887.txt	./txt/14887.txt