Tasteless wind

Across two hills I hear the hum of fans
Blowing heat across tobacco pulled by tired hands
I try to smell and taste the wind
but there is nothing there
I hear a call from deep inside, wanting ,more than I can bear
I must go and find my keys and fire up the car
I must leave out for the store and buy some fine cigars

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