IT ONLY MAKES
The bean-pot is held in
abeyance again, and there
will be no awards given out
tonight. The man with the
green chevron on his sleeve,
he sits back watching, and
smoking some forgotten
cigarette - I'd watched him
take it from his broken pack
with a look of surprise as if he
wasn't sure there'd be one left.
Pleasurable moment, I'd guess.
Not that many people do that
anymore - smoke, that is;
I guess I mean. Funny how
something once so common
now needs to be explained.
It only make sense, I suppose.
If no one any longer knows.
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