It was big band,
billowing chiffon,
with a touch of cigar
that reminded her
of mandolin echoes,
sticky flannel,
and swirling woodsmoke
of an almost lost autumn.
It was big band,
billowing chiffon,
with a touch of cigar
that reminded her
of mandolin echoes,
sticky flannel,
and swirling woodsmoke
of an almost lost autumn.
The Word Rummager 
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