With pride

So young, but the flag I held with pride.

Mine was ting, still held with pride. A

child wave it high, firmly through the throng,

held it high with pride.

Still today batter the years, dusty, and torn

a seldom vow endures. The pledge honors,

ensure no mortal dishonor this symbol a

nation treasure, and I will talk about it.Till

then I will hold it high with pride.

That is my take for today, in celebration of Jamaica Independence's, and certainly there is hope to live by.

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Autumn season ( from the charm of autumn ).

The perpetual odor, the smell puff with
kingly spirit bear. Not the stalemate of
yesteryear's when you foam, beaming
head, and dying persist, but the smell
or like dust, as rain descending.Broken
clouds empty quite a load, the earth's
chamber wale,and I song.

Ha ah my love, bring the roses, the wine,
mushrooms cruses, only fools will reject.
There is this mist of innocence blest; reaches
the cliff of the soul.Poke my veins, pitched
it because I need to be immerse for this
smell of the season will last only for a while.

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That dark Autumn night.

Can you belief that? sure! why not.
Autumn leafs was a light, and
darkness hide.

Next Autumn, go see for yourself,
text to let me know the facts, E.
mail if you can, or fax it in time.

That dark Autumn night much to fear, but I got through alright, for Autumn leafs were light on that the dark Autumn night.

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