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I know a country with a heart of gold and goodness.
The animals, so colorful and exotic,
They look like part of a dream;
The mountains that breathe fire
Like hot-tempered, scaly dragons.
The restless land that shakes and shudders
Letting the people know it is alive.
Bright red berries that sprinkle the coffee plants at harvest time; Drops of blood on a green garment.
Sandy beaches snaking around the country:
Ropes preventing all that beauty from spilling into the sea
That already has its fair share.
Coral reefs that grow just as dense
As the rain forest with its endless showers
As if it was trying to wash the evil from the world.
And the people that smile as if life is good.
Because it is.
Katherine Ridley, aged 13
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