/// Caio sat there with deep furrowed brow
on a wheelbarrow, Needed a plow.
They’d dug row after row,
(farming man and his höe),
until tilling seemed fruitless, somehow.
/// Caio sat there with deep furrowed brow
on a wheelbarrow, Needed a plow.
They’d dug row after row,
(farming man and his höe),
until tilling seemed fruitless, somehow.