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11-23-2009 at 12:11:01 PM

Happy Birthday

Only bald men are smiling.

A punishment of time
This sickening flesh
Faulted and worn

A fall from grace
No more double takes
or him grins

Get in line behind, “it’s her time to shine“
Smile and wave
Leave it behind.

Pack up your prize ribbons and put them in the garage along with your skinny jeans and red lipstick
Embrace change
Enjoy your dinner tonight

Last edited by exclusivelye 11-23-2009 at 12:12:06 PM

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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