I like tuna
The tuna cats mutts that eat the last piece of fish
where everyone only see bones. Is that tuna that keep these cats free of any
comfort that only seeks to imprison.
I like tuna
The tuna that is placed on a homemade pizza that feeds
a hungry family at the end of the month. Is that tuna that leaves your stomach
hurt anyone.
I like tuna
The tuna that is eaten with bread and mayonnaise when
cheese and ham are over.
I like tuna
He replaces tuna cod and salmon.
I like tuna.
Maybe I like this much tuna because of my Portuguese
descent.
Or perhaps because I identify with cats mutts, full of
mixtures, just like me: Portuguese, German, Indian, Italian, Spanish and Black.
We're all mutts, but we are all free because we have a
bit of each place.
Who are we? We are the people who know how to embrace
anyone, are the ones who always find a solution for everything.
We are the forgotten tuna eaters in the world.
Maybe that's why I like both of tuna.
Or maybe it's because he's always light at the end of
the kitchen cabinet when I can not find anything interesting, as also is the
light at the bottom of trash cans cats seen so many places out there ...
I like tuna.
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