Its now a decade and one since your were discarded from her womb
A pretty soul you have become moulded under the moulding hands of the moulder
A precious gift that was lifted not with a lift but with a raft and given to me as a friend
I celebrate this day because its your day my bestie
Imagine where you were twenty seasons down the line with no image
Imagine sleeping in her steepy and flimpy palm
Pulling her breast to your side alone with a lot of jelousy
Heheheeee, i know you cannot remember that since you are aging and your memory fading
But its your day my bestie,
Enjoy with joy in enjoyment
©African poet
Jeremy Warui
0705887139
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