A Case for Cigarettes
Favoured by the Mafia
Fabergé created them for the family of the Tsar
They did not stop the murderous hail of bullets in that cold country
Cartier's cases came in gold, gem studded
For Hollywood Royalty, the kings and queens of the screen
Roués, double agents, snapped them open
Right at the critical moment
Elegant caskets, holding cancer sticks
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