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Precious Gift

PRECIOUS GIFT A child is a gift If it was a prize No, you wouldn't have one Even if you be very swift For many Are the wisdom full Who in their struggle Barrenness turns wisdom fool Despite his great strength He couldn't force to life A single child to live With a name that is his Tell me, whose wealth is this? How many children bought he That are not labelled adopted? Because he isn't biological any of these There is a leader in history They said he hasn't a child Though it is a hearsay Yet, such rumour is very wide And, yes There are slaves With many children With their address And some poor That could sell As much as a merchant wants Had sale of children, not poor Thank God for this precious gift That money, power Wisdom and, or post Cannot shift So, when next you see That child, or more, children called Give thanks to Almighty Allah that Children are not from prize, but from gift curled #LEARNERS_1439

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Date: 12/15/2017 3:53:00 AM
Children are the most precious gift...One day the people of the world will acknowledge that... All the best Babatunde
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Babatunde Sheriff-Balogun
Date: 12/19/2017 9:46:00 AM
Thanks, Mike

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