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Labour Room

I feel a baby leaping and Moving slowly in the inside of me My womb the place of incubation For a new life's glorious visitation The felicity is gradually building up My baby will soon cross the rump For I've waited patiently In dismay but valiantly I am going through pain As my body structure metamorphosis I'm pushing a spiritual trigger And my belly is growing bigger In my labour room I'll see God I'll welcome him with a song A never ending song so long Through the paths of the red rose thorn So I'm really going to have my baby In my ninth month of pregnancy The Physician said it will be a bouncing boy And now oh God I can't hide my joy Shall a man create a man ? And shall a man bring forth a child? Shall God bring His Children to the Labour Room And not give power to bring forth from the womb? I'm in my Labour Room Month A miracle baby is about to be born Oh how glorious! How wonderful! How amazing! How blissful!!

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Date: 4/22/2020 12:08:00 PM
I am sure only a mother-to-be could express such lovely sentiments, my friend. What a different situation from others who are in a hospital not to give birth, but to abort one! ~ Warm regards // paul
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