Love

Once upon a time, I met a man, 
Watching the children, playing in the front, 
Asked by me, how many children you have,
He smiled, & replied, more than a one, 


On asking by me, how many they are, 
Eight are the children, exactly at hour, 
How is your love divided, I asked, 
Love is multiplied, not divided, he cast....!!

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