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IT'S A BOYWhat manner of grace Hath our God bestowed Our hearts' long longing Hast he made accomplished He alone is worthy to hallow He who determines the morrow He knew 'isn't gonna be sorrow But to its fullness be joy And he made it be a boy May he who alone blesses Call this boy blessed And make him a chord so strong To render this family bound By love and affection. (c) 2012: Welcome Mwambodze Junior. Your mother and I are proud to have you. You are a big bundle of joy. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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