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God, In the Story





The sperm that fertilized this egg.
The womb that warmed it up,
The woman who birthed him,
And trained me to move my leg.

The man who educated thee,
By paying even my feeding fee.
The teachers who caned thy butt,
And those who replenished thy lack.

The God who made it all possible.
That took me out of trouble,
And today I can face tomorrow.
To whom I run to beg and borrow.

Friends for the bad and good,
Siblings who by me stood,
Family and neighborhood,
Who saw me through boyhood.

If not for you my crash,
The guy who stole my girlfriend,
And the lady who bounced me.
But for you my love,
I am matured today.

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