My Cigar Poem by Cigar Aficionado
My Cigar
Rating: ★5.0
It is humble origin can be, brown fields
dusty hands, like you.
To smell you when you come home, saves
us money.
Cured barns you change cloths, leaves to
adorn the cave, I sleep in.
I live to breath you each day, I live for your taste,
one day in your leafy smell is unlike the rest.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
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