A very big
lighted cigar
hangs from her
lipstick painted lips
the stinky smell
of tobacco
clouds the room
with its pollution
she slowly
walks down the stairs
to the small kitchen
puts on a pot
of coffee
it starts to brew
its aroma
so powerful and stimulating!
she walks over to the window
tears of joy
start to roll down her face
as she watches
the rain fall
upon her lawn
her grass
so vivid green
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