This house of burden, the house where I live has become a burden a burden of proof, burden as it none-the-less, I live with it, thou, I could do better this world of ours, once again rotating on this crisis crisis comes and go, 2008, I let it go but, in the meantime with this one, can't deploy like if this one's toy mesmerizes me more, and whore, my dear tomboy wish could humbly be done towards a better place "in the sun" another time, thou, not too late, I hope.
We are all living the burden of these times. The Caribbean Islands have suffered so much, not only the pandemic. The earthquakes, hurricanes and so much more. Very sad poem but life has his trials and tribulations. No hay mal que dure 100 anos como se dice. Better times ahead we just have to hang in there my dear Poet. SM.
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house of burden