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Cigars
Now I'm a man of many vices
Without them, I'd be like curry without its spices
Be it from going to rock clubs or drinking in pubs
Hotel rooms with bubble bath tubs
Everyone knows Matt loves his whiskey
But not as much as a cup of English Tea
My vices include sexy girls
In leather boots and piggy tails
Awe, my own personal fairytales
Tits in my face in Prague strip bars
But nothing beats, my cigars!
2008: Taken from my new collection of poems 'The Brightraven Chronicles'
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