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Unformatted text preview: No foe would cross her border---No friend within it pine. Oh! Shes a fresh and fair land, Oh! Shes a true and rare land! Yes, shes a rare and fair land---This native land of mine. I like this poem because it sounds very patriotic and makes me feel lucky to be living in such a good country. I also like this poem because your land is like your home and you should feel good about it....
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- Spring '11