Adios Mexico
Finally, A day so perfect That the cow bells Created a beautiful melody That made my soul zapatead With my chorizo burrito in my hand I looked out the window and saw Ana Maria selling her roses “Roasas, Rosas seis por cuarto” I suddenly felt sadness As I saw Juanito, Gerardo, and Hector Kicking the soccer ball down the street And breaking Sra. Rodriguez's priced pot “Ninos, Mis flores!” Laughter echoed through the tiny pueblo as the boys ran I knew I wanted to leave It was for the best But I will say that leaving Mexico was not as easy
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