Makoura
Makoura is me,
I am Makoura
I live in an oval
Full of eight lanes
With one big heart
Many people wish to live here
But not many are willing
To make the sacrifice
and work it takes,
No one understands my dreams,
But god didn't give them my vision
I drive for perfection
Nothing less
I dream of rings
But not the ones you wear
But the ones displayed in
Blue, yellow,green,red,and black
For the world to see
How successful i can be,
And have the chance to honor my country
With a gold
With faith determination,
All things are possible.
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