Every time I light a cig,
a thot of you sneaks in quick.
The Zippo cradled in my palm,
The callous on my thumb from flicking the flint
till I get a light.
Frustration and Patience.
Perseverance and petulance,
Fondness and memories and...
A touch so soothing that,
One just lives wiyh the lack of sparking.
Thats my first Zippo and,
it does all of that!
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