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Oct 2012
Planes flying overhead make me sick
Certainly this country is a top pick
But I cannot escape the feeling
Something is missing
The island breeze across my face
A simply enchanting place
The water may be tainted
The walls not painted
Doors made of zinc
But then I think
It shall forever be the my home
And will always think about it when I am alone
it will leave you saying ah
Jamaica
Written by
Jenneil
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