Happy Birthday it said
Construction paper
Crayons in red
Clipped together simply
Words written within
Neatly
Wishes, promises
Blessings
Plain, yet unique
Feather light weight
With words full of heavy truth
A rock upon to stand
Or unsteady sand
Happy Birthday
Another day
It is read over and over again
With each word landing deeper
On the plain paper
Monday, October 10, 2005
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