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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
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Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
Homesick
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
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jenneil-lewin
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
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