A country that the world left behind
when rubber could be made by man.
The country that slaves found home.
I love this country
that I haven't set
foot on it's soil
yet.
I want to walk it's
dusty trails into
rainforests and
hidden tribes.
I want to sing with
all the vagabonds
ragamuffins &
castaways.
It's a country unknown
a frontier to discover.
A place to call home
maybe...
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
A country that the world left behind
when rubber could be made by man.
The country that slaves found home.
I love this country
that I haven't set
foot on it's soil
yet.
I want to walk it's
dusty trails into
rainforests and
hidden tribes.
I want to sing with
all the vagabonds
ragamuffins &
castaways.
It's a country unknown
a frontier to discover.
A place to call home
maybe...
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