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May 2023
Of course! A king was born.
The king of patience and goodness
I understand his courage and luck.
He refused to crawl and he stood up.
He grabbed the chair and the wall.
He grabbed the bodies of his mother and father.
He just stood up and smiled.
He feels nice to see his mom and dad.
If he looks at you, he resembles a lion.
If he gestures, he resembles a king.
and he does not play like a baby.
His plays are big, like an adult.

May your life be long. 
Long live the king. 
May God bless your life.
Safana
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Safana  27/M
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