Showing posts with label who cares how bad the poem is. Show all posts
Showing posts with label who cares how bad the poem is. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Happy Happy

Father and Son,
Ring in 41,
And another year,
As my moon and sun.

*Edited to add - it's Rob's birthday not mine!
It'll be years and years before I turn 41*

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