We Are Pregnant

; )

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One moment,
Of intense social intercourse,
One instance,
Of passionate dream making,
And an idea was conceived,
In a silent night,
And hope was sired,
In a young night,
And now we are pregnant,
Pregnant with a child,
A child called Hope,
A child called Faith,
A child called Patience,
A child called Grace,
And we are determined,
Determined to carry this pregnancy,
To it’s full term,
And give birth,
To this beautiful child called Hope…

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