In the vine of time, thou dine
Not only to celebrate but to jubilate
At this hour, thou launch out for lunch
To declare my day on a date
As thou smell a birth on the date
The feeling within me
Opens the flood gate of time
Time that leads to day looking like nought.
The day is come, when thou escaped the womb
When mother sang the dirge of the moment for wound
Sun, stars and moons gone with wobble
So safely thou pass at my birthdom
Oh! This day I was created for birth.
July drwas the ninth figure in nineteenth ago
A red letter day because a backbone is born
Thou go into rhapsodies over the joy of creation
Heart in the mouth when this day was brought to light
Thy birth is a matter of record and stick out a mile.
BABALOLA ISRAEL A
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