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Dedicated, to my friend "Bianca Boomstra". Land From The Sea My good friend lives in the land from the sea. It is a tiny country with brave citizen's indeed. Everyday they battle, nature's powerful source. And keep their land from the sea raging force. Not another country in the world small or big. Fights to save their country from this enemy. It's Netherlands, Holland, or land from the sea. A freedom loving God fearing country you see. If I see a windmill or a pair of wooden shoes. I think of Netherlands country and all they do. They have dikes and dams to battle the sea. No wonder they're proud God fearing country. By: Kings
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