Tasty Suds Poem by Lamar Cole

Tasty Suds

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He went to the local store and it was out of Bud.
He had a great taste for those tasty suds.
It was late and all the other small town stores were closed.
And if he didn't get some Bud, crying snot would run through his nose.
So he went to his best friend's house and it was late at night.
He told his best friend that if he didn't give him some cans of Bud.
They would have to fight.

Sunday, May 26, 2019
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