It was in the early hours of the day
On a tuesday 24 years ago,Though Raining cats and dogs,Her cries still pierced the air.For she was in agony.
Sooner than expected,the baby's cries were heard,
He cried loud and long
For the Baby was a lad.
She was an ebony of noble blood
Whose beauty was gifted by aphrodite.
As meek and gently as a lamb, she was.
Yes!! She was indeed a lady.The noble lady who bore the child, was my motherThe child born is Me
Though she sits out of Earth,Never a day has she ceased being my mother.
Yes!!! Am 24. No big deal
God has done it again.
Happy birthday Michael Tanjang-Happy birthday to me
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
It was in the early hours of the day
On a tuesday 24 years ago,Though Raining cats and dogs,Her cries still pierced the air.For she was in agony.
Sooner than expected,the baby's cries were heard,
He cried loud and long
For the Baby was a lad.
She was an ebony of noble blood
Whose beauty was gifted by aphrodite.
As meek and gently as a lamb, she was.
Yes!! She was indeed a lady.The noble lady who bore the child, was my motherThe child born is Me
Though she sits out of Earth,Never a day has she ceased being my mother.
Yes!!! Am 24. No big deal
God has done it again.
Happy birthday Michael Tanjang-Happy birthday to me
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