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Give It Up

I’m trying to stop smoking again

I cleaned the house of all my packs

I am crabby, and I’m edgy

But I may calm down soon and relax

One particular nervous day

Anxiety caused me tension

I checked former hiding spots

Too many for me to mention

I opened a drawer, now full of bulbs

And this is not a joke

A three-way bulb said, “I have an idea

Give it up! Just don’t smoke!”