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Poem about Jamaica |
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A little poetry is good for the soul...From a true Jamaican. Jamaica Beautiful beaches, picturesque sunsets,
Clear rivers and streams, some shallow, some deep,
Tired fishermen with loaded nets
Are just a few of the memories you’ll want to keep. Ride through the grassy countryside,
Stop and say hi to the local folks,
This is the place where peace and love abide
And everybody wants to hold you close.
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The Peomnehal Of The Hmuan Mnid |
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Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt thing is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
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My Trip to Jamaica |
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Once when I went to Jamaica it was a family reunion, we all stayed in the hotel named Renessance. We went to the pool, we played games, and just basically we had fun. We also went sight seeing. We went to Ocho Rios where we had dinner.
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Bob Marley's Lyrics |
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As a Jamaican who grew up in the 1970s, I must say I never gave Bob Marley his due respect while he was alive. It's only since I migrated to the USA in the 80s that I got homesick and got his Uprising album on a trip back home to Jamaica. |
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Just Maybe |
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Maybe, all the times I thought
I loved you, I had lied...
I thought I had found what I sought,
But, maybe, I was just blind. Maybe, all the times we fought,
We saw something to fight for then,
But my love can not be bought
Not with all the money you care to spend. |
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