A full pack of twenty, oh what joy
Now down to nineteen, I still feel buoyed
There's now eighteen of the precious white sticks
But who's counting, they're really not worth a nick
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I love that game, and thanks for reminding me, I need to spend the rest of my money on cigarettes, as I'm nearly out of them.