There is much to learn in a cigarette lighter,
African rhythm, Belgian chocolate and bramble-brier.
This rhyming makes no sense to me
But I'll smoke another if it's free.
This branching, and my friends all gone away
And two cigarettes remain but not to stay.
This rhyming certes puzzles me
But I'll smoke one more as sure as certainly.
These leaves are falling from the tree,
Falling, flailing sure as certainly,
They're gathering by the undead flowers
If only for one cert--uncertain hours.
This rhyming lacks integrity,
I know I'm sure, as sure as sure can be
This cigarette's done, done with burning brighter,
It leaves behind a shock--shocken lighter.
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