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Apr 28
I was one,
Alone and no fun,
Then I met him,
Man of my dream.
Soon in the Church we said "I do",
And became two,.
Married life was a blessing,
But something was missing,
So we became three,
Γ‘ow it was not him and me,,
But we wanted more,
So we became four,
Then five, six,
I told him no more heroics,
Enough us two and four kids,
Let's put on the lid.
29/4/2025
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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