Land of yore

Posted: January 19, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Where the sun never ceases to shine,

jam 1

.ripen  fruits in their season until

ready to reap, which was more

than just a piled.

Holden to my breast, surging through

the night assured. what’ve the tides,

love abides. Land of yore, sweet

Jamaica, am your, son of the soil.
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Comments
  1. Genie says:

    It’s so good to feel a part of the land. Gorgeous poem.

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