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Created on: July 10, 2008
I must write about my home,
my home Antigua, knocking on my door,
missed the sunshine, wind and rain,
How can I remain here, i'm going insane,
my family needs to see me, really,
my two little dogs are missing me, truly,
I used to play with them, like my toys,
Chickie is my small chihuahua, he's a male,
Not seeing him for so long, really gets me annoyed,
Antigua is like my big family,
almost like a mango tree bearing plenty fruit,
It's a family uniting together, with complete harmony.
Antigua land of sand, sea and sun,
is calling me home and i say, "yeah mon,"
I love my little Antigua,
Barbuda's a pearl in the sun,
Not to be forgotten as an island full of fun,
even though somewhat quiter, lovely tender,
offering great treasure, treasures of pearls,
shells and a vast array of colorfull splendor,
every time I reach my island's shores,
my heart takes on a different course,
pink shores abound beneath the shining sun,
more beautifull than the other one,
because this pink is a natural-wonder pink you see,
it's a truly amazing scene as lovely as can be seen,
Never forget what this country brings,
a sense of comfort for the uncomforting things,
a stress reducer for ones stressfull strings,
caught up in their everyday usuall things,
so forget all your worries and pain,
and take a breather and say ahhh. again,
relax and enjoy all that Antigua has to offer,
and at night look out, for the beautifull mighty dipper.
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