Macion Grey
the Libertine
- Joined
- Mar 2, 2008
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When gifted this smoke from a generous mate: My lips parted and became a smile. To hide my excitement would be a denial: I would never want it to abate. An olfactory barnyard presented itself: Revealing straw on a musty shelf. I had the feeling that this could be great: No further ado I reached for the light. Flames dancing gently was a beautiful sight: The cigar was harder to burn than slate. Bold bitterness did attack my tongue: Like it was in kept high humidity. I was confused for my storage is tuned: I certainly felt my glee was undone. Treacle tones gave a slight validity: Yet tasted like it was freshly exhumed. From what I hear this cigar should be nubbed: If that's the case then I smoked a dud.
Edited spelling.
Foot note: This is written in an Italian Sonnet style: It is sort of hard to follow, I'll admit... but I wanted something a little odd for you.
Edited spelling.
Foot note: This is written in an Italian Sonnet style: It is sort of hard to follow, I'll admit... but I wanted something a little odd for you.