Women and Tobacco

What should she do when confronted with thee?
And where would the social eye have her be;
A joyless wench that dampens the crowd,
Or the loosest nut debauching so loud.

If she refuse and the denial be rung,
Obtaining thereby the cleanest of lung.
But if she prefers to take of this leaf,
She adopts from the others the smokeless grief.

If she accept and smoke the toback,
A mind at ease and a train on it's track.
But if that's addiction she's stumbled upon,
From the LORD she strays, the chemicals she's gone.

Where is your logic? Where is your reason?
Since for everything on earth there is a time and season.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

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