For Ronovan’s Decima Challenge with GOLD as the prompt word on the A rhyme line.
Gave Up Years Ago I liked my cigarettes self-rolled. The craft of it is quite a trick; paper out, baccy in, quick lick the glued strip, fingers poised to fold an aromatic Autumn Gold. I did enjoy a puff, a drag of a smooth, perfect, homemade fag. The curling smoke, the stained ceiling showing how my lungs were feeling, enveloped by this noxious shag.
