I’ll remember Maine
bards harbour’d all the moor’d boards
patios and tides
wall’d at a bus stop
a church windows Tiffany’d
botanical’d spot
various dahlia’d
limestone o’er sandstone the grade
no Cuban cigars
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ayaladn 
i would love to own a cgar factory and just never run out ….
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Sure…call yourself Carmen, but open a window.
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