Sweet to understand it's my day
Tick,tock as the day goes hay
Forgetting I'm an ordinary clay
Most Bithdays, once a year to play
Today I mark my own day
In this little world where I stay
To thee;oh lord I humbly commit my day.
(c) All Rights Reserved.Johnson O.J. Arumona.2004
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