I saw Jamaica's chubby hills
draped in fog of ashy cotton frills.
With two tanned trees, stocky and strong,
And blue jean sky, underneath the thong.
I fell in love with Jamaica's fullness
I'll let it in with wholeheartedness.
PP
24 September 2008
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