Brazil Poem by Mason Maestro

Brazil

Rating: 2.9


Pulling down the ramparts to wash
All in all I'm so glad we're still there
Otherwise I'm afraid I would sink
So I'll continue to write 'til I run out of ink

Brazil, Brazil
What of the miles we wished to share?
Brazil, Brazil
To leave my friend behind, I wouldn't dare

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