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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPE FHYSX

AQUAKHAN

More than two decades ago,
You arrived on earth with a goal,
Mummy and Daddy were smiling,
But for reasons unknown, you were crying,
Few hours ago, I remember it's your birthday,
I pray you continue to have a great earthly stay.
He is a teacher and a leader,
A poet that convincingly won hearts of his reader,
Saintly, he unleashes his words,
That won endless rounds of applauds,
Today, is yet a testimony of your wonderful living,
Let haters continue with their beefing.
POPE FHYSX is my Boss,
A great writer that writes without a pause,
He is a pride of today and a leader of tomorrow,
He manufactures jokes to see an end to your sorrow,
He clocks 'one' on this beautiful day,
I pray you enjoy the fruits of life every day.
You shall live longer than your father,
You shall live to compensate the sacrifices of your mother,
You shall live to uplift the name of your family,
You shall live to transform the evils of your enemy.
Remember, it is a world full of stress,
I pray you fulfill all these tasks with little sweat.

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