In His Numbers
It always' takes numbers'
To save the Day,
November 22nd.....
Now that was a Day
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John F. Kennedy was
Assonated on the very day
It was also my birthday
I was a Twin
Born, to be a friend
To the end..
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Then their is Turkey Day
Needless to say
It rotates every few years'
On my birthday,
The Lord must have planned
It this way....
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My twin had Little Gwen
God's little gift from the Twins'
She was also born on the 22nd
Of November....
She was now to become
The next of Ken,
Fore sacred is Her name
But, still in Life///
She has Her own Lion
To tame...
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Born to me on February 28th
I had two daughters'
Jamelliah and Malika
They always' say that I
Spell their names wrong
As though, I was
The Grim Reaper'
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But, What the heck..
------
So, I say, get a Spell-CHECK
Then you will know what I mean
I have a Poetic License,
My conscious is clean...
------
Born of different years'
Their mother is my
eX-gIRL fRIEND
That is how it all began
No body knows how
It will end....
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You know the significance of
February 28...
If not, then you ought to...
That is a case for fate....
------
It wasn't the calendar
The babies' were late...
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How would you feel if your
Birthdate came every 3 YEAR's
Would that give you a chill
Tell me, how does' that feel
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Now this Poem must end
And I just have to sit and think
Because, When I print this' out
I may just run out of Ink..
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Oh', What do you think...?
GF
PS: your friend in the pen/GF
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