An Ode to Cigarets

The crisp lit of the tip

my burning bush on a cold night–

a light to lead the way!

 

And how the sound of flint

is all that keeps me going–

when a puff is what I crave…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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4 Responses to An Ode to Cigarets

  1. sex line stories says:

    im so glad iv never tired them! I know so many people trying to give up….but everyone of them loves a cig!

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  2. They’re good for stress but I also know how to handle an addiction. Now sugar on the other hand…

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  3. sex line stories says:

    Man I wish I could cut sugar out. I’m sat here with a glass of wine eating peanut M&Ms lol

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  4. Unusual combination…I hope it was a lighter white wine tho….dark red and peanut m&ms sounds like heartburn waiting to happen 🙂

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