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Jul 2015
the time line crosses the center of my country
the time in my country runs slow
my country is the first news paper everyday
is the first to say morningΒ Β today
is the first to say hello to the sun each day

my country is a country laid back
its people colorful like rays of sun
my country is a nation under the sun
just messing around with words
my cup overflows
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my cup overflows  in the tropics
(in the tropics)   
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