From the streets of Quito
\nVulcana crept
\nDespite the traffic, she adept
\nCrouching under an old cart wheel
\nShe could sense how you did feel<\/p>\n
Your love for the under dog
\nShowed shafts of light
\nIn her dark bog<\/p>\n
And Vulcana was adopted
\nAnd loved inexplicably
\nBy a women who most agree
\nOne look at her
\nAnd they can see<\/p>\n
Cristina yes Millingalli
\nWho would ever
\nThus leave thee<\/p>\n
Vulcana will be wanting to
\nStay by your side
\nI promise you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
From the streets of Quito Vulcana crept Despite the traffic, she adept Crouching under an old cart wheel She could sense how you did feel Your love for the under dog Showed shafts of light In her dark bog And … Continue reading