My Cigar
By Alvin Benatovich - September 14, 2002

The taste of a double corona
When it burns past the first third
Does something for your sanity
Not described by spoken word

With billows of thick rich smoke
Carrying a message of pure satisfaction
Rounding out the best of meals
Completing its gratification



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