Wanderlust short poem

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I truly love Canada
always my home
though if I could
this planet I’d roam

India fascinates me
chaos and all
China’s a mystery
that long friggin’ wall

Cuba’s resilient
they keep trudging on
more than paid for their sin
it’s gone on far too long

The UK’s familiar
a long lost old bud
Scotland forever
it flows through my blood

Italy for food
France for it’s wine
in Australia their summer
is our winter time

Spectacular Africa
spiritual and vast
Jamaica in February
take your bong have a blast

Germany united
it took long enough
Haiti’s so poor
survival is rough

Alaska for the hearty
wear your fur lined mitts
Brazil’s sandy beaches
you’ll see some bare bits

Our world’s an enigma
we go on come what may
the sun shines on us all
seven billion they say

Though I can’t meet them all
I still know that they’re there
as I travel this planet
from my comfy desk chair

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