There are many that I miss
having sent my last one out a car window
sparking along the road one night, years ago.
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As an ex-smoker, I can now see nothing good about smoking cigarettes. The comparison with a a steam train is maybe exaggerated, but exact. There is much more I could say. A poem I identify with.
Is he smoking a cigar or thinking about his love? A cigar man as a poet.
Magnificent some memorable and unique phrases, I must quote to savour them. 'Flame and gesture vapourous hope headlamp of my face '
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