ZR.MD. 9 ERBIL The place I was born Cars honking their horn The Shawarma was like heaven in a bite Under the bright light The shops like a maze Never cease to amaze Always getting lost in a daze Under the bright sun’s rays The wind whistling like a bird Filled with cats that purred And dogs wanting to bark And people going to the store with a shopping cart I remember this as my home Everything I've ever known
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Madison Chase. 11 Mirco Leaf
