Ask me, My Boy, the Story of your Birth!

  On bended knee, I awaited thee. I watched months flee; one, two three, Before the Lord could hear my plea.   One day, through destiny’s interplay, I read somewhere, 4 almonds a day, Shall unlock a womb’s doorway.   “What’s in an almond, to carry?” Ask me, my boy, if you want to see…

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