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These people Mucho beautiful. You can see them smile Miles and miles Riding in a van awhile Brothers, sisters, mothers, Daughters, fathers, sons Hammering until stability comes. Family and friends under brimmed hats Gazing through glass at a land void of grass But full of passion Leaving behind permanent tracks They reflected on how they had made lives brighter, Seen children beg for water, Woke up yearning to play soccer- If they won against the locals it'd be a wonder. A military women, an Illinois baby, A president, an el Pancho puppet Pharmacy pros, a summer camp enthusiast, and an old teacher- He's the coolest. Some want to be preachers, psychologist, and to just live past round one. To run around rainbow tires daring to risk A dusty trip, a graceful fall. Keep calm. It's tacos for dessert, van rides, and mafia till the end. Spoons for life and jokes all day. The wind picked up but hope remains. Braids, charades, dancing, picture frames. Hole in the sand. Bouncing in the back of the van. Almost, but no luck at riding in the back of a pick up truck. Soaring free down streets. Towns, the same images on repeat. A woven rose, question marks leading to unknowns, a circle of bonds forever. Will we be there soon? A carnival under the midnight moon. Coconuts by homes. Respect for third tier bunk beds. Rushing to the dorm room, downstairs for food. Todo esta bien y tu? Braid hair all the time please! Don't let the paint bleed. Let's go ride the ATV Reflect on who we want to be From here on till eternity A rower, a reader, and eighth grade dreamer. If the nail bends, stop to see It could be saved! Our Baja family
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
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Baja 2014
These people Mucho beautiful. You can see them smile Miles and miles Riding in a van awhile Brothers, sisters, mothers, Daughters, fathers, sons Hammering until stability comes. Family and friends under brimmed hats Gazing through glass at a land void of grass But full of passion Leaving behind permanent tracks They reflected on how they had made lives brighter, Seen children beg for water, Woke up yearning to play soccer- If they won against the locals it'd be a wonder. A military women, an Illinois baby, A president, an el Pancho puppet Pharmacy pros, a summer camp enthusiast, and an old teacher- He's the coolest. Some want to be preachers, psychologist, and to just live past round one. To run around rainbow tires daring to risk A dusty trip, a graceful fall. Keep calm. It's tacos for dessert, van rides, and mafia till the end. Spoons for life and jokes all day. The wind picked up but hope remains. Braids, charades, dancing, picture frames. Hole in the sand. Bouncing in the back of the van. Almost, but no luck at riding in the back of a pick up truck. Soaring free down streets. Towns, the same images on repeat. A woven rose, question marks leading to unknowns, a circle of bonds forever. Will we be there soon? A carnival under the midnight moon. Coconuts by homes. Respect for third tier bunk beds. Rushing to the dorm room, downstairs for food. Todo esta bien y tu? Braid hair all the time please! Don't let the paint bleed. Let's go ride the ATV Reflect on who we want to be From here on till eternity A rower, a reader, and eighth grade dreamer. If the nail bends, stop to see It could be saved! Our Baja family
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