Cigars Poem by Christian Allen
Cigars
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He sat with his fingers interlocked,
Staring at me from his office chair.
I will make you a deal,
He said with smoke seeping from his lips.
The cigar hanging from his mouth.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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