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Fresh Air
AL ( / Wollongong, Australia)

Fresh Air

I am fresh air, I have no airs and graces
I am fresh air, I'm in quite a lot of places
I am fresh air, do you want to breathe me in
I am fresh air, fill your lungs with me, it's no sin

Because lungs know what to do with air so fresh
They absorb life giving oxygen through their biological mesh
That's all lungs want, from morning to night
Anything else gives them a big fright

Fresh air, so simple, so free and so pure
Please don't scoff at me, your life I ensure
I am something which is beyond compare
I'm peerless, I'm unequalled, I am simply air

(Sydney, Australia - 2004)

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Alessandra This is a good piece of poetry
Oh fresh air, I hate you so, if I could I'd live in a cesspool of toxic clouds, and chain smoke away. Fresh air, you leave me feeling empty, without life, cigarettes may be killing me, but at least they leave their mark in my lungs, reminding me that they haven't taken me to my grave. While you may not take me to my grave, you are unappealing, my lungs crave their own destruction, something that one as pure as you can never give me.