The Cigar City “Poem”

Ybor city is the Cigar city haunted by the aroma of an age old tobacconist

I bought some cigars and lit it

In such a manner I felt the genius of Sigmund Frued

In the Rhythm of Hispanic music I took a puff

The taste of tobacco is pure aesthetic overly rich with danger and excitement

Such exquisite pleasure awakes the unconscious repressed speech

I once heard in an orchestra from the composer Andre Rieu saying that Tampa is the center of the Universe

Tonight I feel like I am at the center of the universe

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