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He showed up with a stogie

Some bourbon and a rose

He looked quite the catch

This he knew, I suppose

So I poured him a drink

Helped him light his cigar

Took the rose from his hands

And left him a scar

From the thorns he forgot

To remove ‘fore he came

Now he’ll never forget me

My pleasure, his pain

 

Writing Prompt: Cigars and Bourbon – Day 11/30

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