M G Twinkle Poems

In Jamaica's sun-kissed isle, where the reggae beats pulse and smile,
Lies a beauty so rare, a vision to behold, a treasure to unveil.

Her lips, oh so full and luscious, like the petals of a rose in bloom,
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In Jamaica's sun-kissed isle, where the reggae beat thrives,
A man of culture and smarts, with a heart that strives,
He works hard, day and night, to make his dreams come true,
A Jamaican man, with a spirit pure and true.
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In Jamaica, land of sun and song,
Where children play and dance all day long,
The rain comes down, and they don't despair,
For they know how to have fun in the air.
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In Jamaica's sun-kissed isle, where the breeze is sweet and light,
There's a certain grace and beauty that the women possess tonight.
Their elegance and sophistication, a true work of art,
A reflection of the island's rich culture, deep within their heart.
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In Jamaica, where the sun doth shine bright
There's a breed of men, with brains so right
They work with skill and grace, with style so fine
Their intelligence, a true work of art divine
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In Jamaica's lush heart, where mountains meet the sky,
Beautiful rivers flow, with waters pure and high.
Their source is crystal clear, from the blue-green hills,
Where the sun shines bright, and the breeze whispers still.
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In Jamaica of the 1950s, a time of pride and glee,
The island's beauty shone, a place of liberty.
The sun would rise each morn, with golden light,
And dance upon the waves, in shimmering sight.
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In Jamaica of the 1960s, a land of sun and sea
Where the reggae beat was born, and the people were free
The island was alive, with a spirit so bright
A place where the rhythm of life was a wondrous sight
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I was born a Jamaican man,
from a phenomenal woman,
an energetic man my papa,
both sides my grand parents
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The ocean glare in her eyes,
Her skin a sandy brown coco,
Her hair glows full and soft,
Her lips so pout and smooth,
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