Me and My Mojito
I was lost again for sure
So I packed up my bags
To find a cure. Through
The rain, I held the line,
And rode my hog to the
Core d'Azur. The first
Few days were touch and go,
I ate and drank and took
It slow. The sun and sand
Came close to heaven, my eyes
We're open from noon to seven.
Nights were lonely, I roamed
The streets, until I found
A bar that makes a great
Mojito. Two weeks are
Gone, I feel much better,
My hog is itching for some
New adventure. Good to go,
One more night, just for
Me and my last Mojito.
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