What you sell is a bother to me
Whether it's fruits are vegetables,
or art or pottery
You are but a seller on the street
Vendor you are unimportant to me
For my life is important you see
Truly the fault is mine, not the sellers you see
For God created both the vendor and me
Mexico has given me a perspective that I have needed far a long time. When I return to America I hope I don't loose the gift's Mexico has shared with me.
Remember: God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on waisting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
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