Smoke IA man and a cigarillo I sit between one of each. One is mine, the other is not I blow a cloud of smoke in his direction. I wonder what it is about a man and a cigarillo. A friend of mine sent me into paroxysms of ecstasy and memory last night, as he smoked and dealt a hand of cards. So tonight I sit dressed like a man and rest between my teeth a cigarillo. The scent of my childhood wafts away as I crush the embers. |
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