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There is a flowering plant called the Smoke Bush; according to one garden writer it flourishes in June and July.  My personal observation of the Smoke Bush is that it peaks for no more than a day and then it’s as ugly as a cloud of stale cigarette smoke after a long night of waiting for the telephone to ring.

Sometimes, I miss smoking cigarettes.

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