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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

What a birthday, What a day

Happy birthday,
I sing to myself.
I light a candle,
And blow it out.
I sleep as 14,
Wake as 15.
What a birthday, what a day.

My parents greet me ,
My brother too.
The party postponed,
The cause of fire.
Painting, tiling,
And scrubbing too.
What a birthday, what a day.

Not to say,
The phone is silent.
No buzz or beep,
Except a call.
Spending a day,
Cooped up at home…

WHAT a birthday, WHAT a day…

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