Budapest

I’m on my way to the east

To see how the colour marks the man

I want to see the end of town

And work my way to the lost and found

By the Danube I shall strut and walk

Bear no evil in my thoughts

It took so long to find you there

In my dreams of an eastern war

The work of many does solve the point

Of where to eat the sava gris

I know not if I’ll love you more

But to see you I’ll never fear.

COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders com Bruce P Saunders com Bruce CDF More 2020

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