Not Born In A Hospital But In A Bush

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Blue walls and antiseptic smelling linen,
Was not made for me Allan.
Syringes and tablets, my birth never did liven,
My body receives it devoid of any fun.
For in a bush I was born.
And bushes are my part of line.

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Mom never did attend clinic.

She raised me traditionally.

Never in her was any panic.

Hers is life irrationally.

For in a bush I was born.

And bushes are part of line.

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It matters not where one was born.
Be it in hospital or bush.
Crave to make your fate known.
Your success you ought to push.
For in a bush I was born.
And bushes are part of my line.