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Buda's Pest

The air in Buda is diseased

We smoke it, we blow it, we breath it.

 

Beer is like water

 

In Buda I embrace my fear
For no one really knows me here.
I love the feeling that compels
Whiskey, cigars and a sun that dwells.

 

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  • Simon Lyons
    June 11

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    I really like this, I have read through a lot of your poems and have enjoyed, they are funny, personal and different. I like your use of words too, it rings true


  • Saint Irial
    June 7
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    Awesome... simply amazing.