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Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.
You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.
Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…
Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…
Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.
Love finds a way like water The right recipe matters From a pot to make a dish Meant to sustain and nourish. Why is it…
To your actions, you are the Chief cook and bottle washer Say not, “they said you’re mad” To the throne, if not first hand Unpack…
Even as camera’s roll , I bother not when they troll For wonders last but nine days And soon they become dead clays But amongst…
I wish I could get to the end of the space Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face, Not just the stars…
Sweetness.
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