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Jan 2015
Sleepless nights before and after my coming
Pain prior and after my existence
You never became tired but drew closer
Catch a cold, have me warm
The person who bore to believe in me always
Beatings were a sign of distinguished love
You stood defensive even in my own wrongs
And applauding me to find the best ever
You never left me for anything
Carried me from crawling and sickness
Installed in me a merciful heart of giving
All I am is a bit of what you had for me
You’re the light that smoked out my darkness
Taught me to love the right and convert evil
Words are a meal to my daily life
I can never get enough, or tired of listening
I will forever be grateful to have you
And will keep on keeping on.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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