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Seema Feb 2018
A beautiful nation,
In the middle of the pacific ocean...
Filled with all races, its multi racial...
A paradise where the sun rises first...
Lots of people come as tourist or guests...
Sun shines brighter in the west...
Heat smearing enjoyed by rest...
With coconuts to quench your thirst...
You bet, we are the best...
Fiji as a small country with a big heart...
Welcoming people from all different castes...
With majority population of Fijians and Indians...
We are given the citizenry to be known as Fijians...
Hindi, English and Fijian are the spoken words...
Once you come you may never feel among odds...
Hot springs, hike place, wonderful beaches...
Friendly people and no dangerous creatures...
Waterfall, country rides, water dives and much more...
Am sure you would enjoy and not get bore...
This is my home, a paradise heaven on earth...
I seek nothing but to live here until my death...


©sim
Our love was like a large can of tomato paste at Papa John's, neglected, red like Papa John's **** warts. We had it all, the paste, the will to live like pin worms that squirmed over Papa John's **** warts. It's sunny in Florida and everyone is so happy and in love & eating oranges and wearing bikinis that don't fit. No surgery can remove the growth of hatred that has consumed your innards. Fijians are worse than Tongans, especially when it comes to signing contracts. Profound depression need not entail self-******.

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