Happy Birthday, Sweetheart
I suppose the singing telegram was overkill.I'm sure it was, and that big box of candy
Made no sense. You're not that fond of sweets.
The writing in the sky, I thought, would make
You laugh, and I was disappointed when the wind
Blew up. Perhaps you think that I'm insane
For doing all these things for you. I won't
Suggest that I am not, but, mostly, what I am
Is overjoyed that you were born.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-12-31 at 17:24
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