China tastes like chow mein
It is a t-shirt I wear when it's hot
It is a crowded machine I turn on at night
It is the sound of Chinese TV coming from my grandpa
and grandma's room
It is a flood where every house is covered with water
It is a horse-drawn carriage that takes me home
China is a panda that eats bamboo from the forest
and protects its babies
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