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Will
@wbudic
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Chef Anartiste, Poet.
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Sydney, Australia
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2017-06-11 15:43
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wbudic
poetry
2018-09-30 01:58
Is This End of Years?
To each chronology predicts without daylight savings time on mind that in front just came what depicts a love worth full fist in silk to bind. Yet, youth will take this toll towards of one direction Girls
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poetry
2018-09-30 00:51
Female Brainwashed Democrats
Zombi, you are woman, being choosen? Don’t want to offend the new boyfriend. You being plucked on last festivity you’ve seen! You have attended, socilite. A natural, woman to become send. Monstrer. You
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wbudic
poetry
2018-09-30 00:11
In Love it is Our Fault
When the clouds amass over Sutton bird less skies than I think of as mornings pass than I miss you in a dream kiss. You are grater in beauty than country itself each state this my love I can debate this
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wbudic
poetry
2018-09-30 00:02
VENUS on EARTH REBIRTHS
Strange woman this daughter, awakes reborn in swamp substance, white her skin mend to be burned is black No insect buzzes, no creature bites. Wandering, planet Marsfield, something nice smells, inviting,
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wbudic
poetry
2018-09-29 23:56
PAN & MILLER’S DOUGHTERS CHIN
Crouched, into earth Pan played his flute gently, as if sorrow, overwhelmed him sun red cried. He was alone, and if playing through the village would only attract rats, windows close around something died.
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wbudic
poetry
2018-09-29 23:45
All THIS WITH ME
It is beautiful, an this once why pick me as if an flower This soul souer we build our love to where? So we can reach in grace what all year glooms up your face. It is perfect, you are singing let me not
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wbudic
poetry
2018-09-29 23:39
Django
Cry gentle sorrow in me as days don't count no more as people pass under Sun going to mass life to them not farce. bud@
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wbudic
consume
2017-06-18 13:22
Fuck You Wallwarts!
Common K-Mart and Wallmart same company! Let them burn and redecorate by using shipping containers to stock on the next by parking lot. I hate baking cake shows they support on a food Chanel, free to air.
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wbudic
poetry
2017-06-18 13:09
No, no, not working tomorrow!
Why work, tomorrow? You are not my job. KMART! I AM NOT YOUR Chef! Stick to your bunkers. Tunnels, and cameras you build. bud@
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wbudic
poetry
2017-06-18 12:57
Canberra Is not next to Ocean!
They plot against you, from this place, Against all world but their own airport They have, very inhumane. So they can travel, taxpayer pays. Each trip, to a family of Cardiff. bud@
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politics
2017-06-18 12:40
Let us Attack Canberra It is Time
Why is Canberra hiking an 10% on tobacco price. Every month. Can't Australia grow this product in peace? You need war? You will get it. Many humans loss. A Black Friday in fires. And, you identified and
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poetry
2017-06-18 12:32
Tata
Tata, not good Monkey, lewd. The wet, expect has no contact to brain elected. But, your (tata) not good, according to rules, Not good, but loves you and stayed in a building. Wonted to die. bud@
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wbudic
poetry
2017-06-18 12:08
I can lift six tons
It is easy, just forgotten. Plain and fizzy, on my tongue. But I am not in Saudi Arabia Not in front of England Queen. To reveal the secret of this false invaders in been. The Pyramids had purpose before
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wbudic
poetry
2017-06-18 11:33
No Way! I Still Live as Poet?
There are rules, writers don't fight poets. Never can win. Physically a poet, a people person. bud@
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fake
2017-06-18 11:23
Victim, OX farm and Red Cross FAKE!
Only the one not died, tax you! Boxes to who? They report and pay Ariana only? bud@
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wbudic
poetry
2017-06-18 10:58
I challange Stephen King to an Poetry Match!
I rise and spin into your world wise writer, and produce your sword! bud@
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poetry
2017-06-18 10:48
From Purple To Blue!
In an British prison, your arse becomes blue, not red. They are homosexuals, since private catholic school. Abusers, and making you repent break like an horse of payed education intent. You, don't get
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wbudic
poetry
2017-06-18 10:32
Marsfield Hostes Him
Love this!
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wbudic
poetry
2017-06-18 10:25
You Did It!
I am proud of you. Shared your bosoms best. It is not much, now out there. But why hide, when so much. To our whole world you can provide. bud@
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poetry
2017-06-18 10:16
You Have Your Explosions And Tsunami Devil is Afraid!
He knows I exist cant touch influence. I am Orthodox have power on words. I am Monk poor, killed. He has to be bored another hundred of years. bud@
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