Hannah's tearful diatribe,
Swept up to the heavens,
In rivulets of threes, and cascades of sevens,
However ****** by the high priest's jibe;
But Jah's lines are never jammed,
You don't even have to port,
Billions of supplications may have rammed,
But rest assured, you make up his every thought;
By HIS design,
Daily tears may now resign,
Two worlds, all, in one birth,
Fervent prayers doth berth;
Bundles of awesome joy,
Jah gives, double, a reason,
One adorable girl, and an awesome boy,
Two worlds, and a happy season.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
Hannah's tearful diatribe,
Swept up to the heavens,
In rivulets of threes, and cascades of sevens,
However ****** by the high priest's jibe;
But Jah's lines are never jammed,
You don't even have to port,
Billions of supplications may have rammed,
But rest assured, you make up his every thought;
By HIS design,
Daily tears may now resign,
Two worlds, all, in one birth,
Fervent prayers doth berth;
Bundles of awesome joy,
Jah gives, double, a reason,
One adorable girl, and an awesome boy,
Two worlds, and a happy season.
My cousins finally have twins, a boy and a girl; after a very long wait.
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