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Andrew John
Fat from feedin’
Too well on
A nne* of Eden.

Me, oh man
I was needin’
This God’s plan
A nne of Eden.

Loving this oaf
She’s been kneadin’
Our married loaf
A nne of Eden.

We came in
To parenthood speedin’
Twice within
A nne of Eden.

Home or about
God’s Word readin’
All throughout
A nne of Eden.

Garden weedin’
Over coffee or tea
A nne of Eden.

Our spiritual eyes
See God leadin’
Proof He’s wise
A nne of Eden.

One thing sure
I been heedin’
Wisdom pure
A nne of Eden.


* “nne” is the Swahili word for four.


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Year to thrive
Twenty plus Five
Five n Twenty
Year of plenty
In God jive!

Yeah! To strive,
Feeling alive.
Stayin’ dent free
“Oh Yes” went me
“Let God drive”

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It’s Valentine’s Day

Come what may

May passed along

Her silent song

Spoke by Super Powers

Deep pressing showers

Drowned out weeds

Sprouted flower seeds

Up from the hush

Swinging Fall dance rush

Pass Steelers play

Sure made our day

Thrill chill of yore

Love landing more.


Emmanuel-broke fetter

So 14TWO14’s better

Every dawn reveals

Always you I feels

Thinging along

Thing so right.

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The year we met
Gods best tempt yet
In the land of Kony
I won trick pony.
Man from the south
Shooting his mouth
Alonging that thing
Got you in my ring.
Flying high wonder
Got your new number
Jumping all my hoops
Without a single “oops!”
ChristinEden her name
She grows Gods fame
 Abba her Care Warden
Dunking every Jordan.

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Occasioned in May

While ball’s in play

And I can say

You take the cake

But I eat it

Every day.

Coloured in May

Burnt trees sway

And I must say

As you awake

To son’s cry flit

Every day

Graduated in May

To always stay

Come what may

Real not fake

To Father’s Spirit

Every day.

Loved in May

Mama Zeke prettay!

What can I say

Confession make

Except I’m beauty bit

Every day.

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Cast on the heat

Tenderly spitting meat

Cracking up, egging on

Sunny side up shone

Oiling our appetite

Feeds a healthy fight

Over pan-fried fishes

And wiping up dishes.

So who caught the catch

In this best match?

Mine to spread a toast

Butter her and boast

She sizzles red hot

I sure lucked the pot.

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22 Magmum

She’s no regular 22

Won’t bolt nor jam

No lightweight

Shoots straight

Echos a damn

My holy Maam.


A stainless polished 22

Lethal in the right hand

Of God she knows

Supernatural blows

Christ sinks our sand

Bedrocks our land.


Magnificent Mum at 22

She don’t whine or fuss

Like her pipsqueak son

She trusts the One

God who created us

Do I love her? YUS!

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