Let roses be roses,
But let me be me;
For I am queen for the day
As I sit on my throne,
And I don't want to offend the narcissists
But I choose myself
Oh carry me God
In the sky
Way up high,
And today I have boundaries
That set the bar
Behold the birthday cake
That is forever tall
Like the Tower of Pisa
And forevermore,
Eternity give me my flowers
And let me be...
I pray my 41st birthday
Will be full of wishes,
I hope I won't have
To do the dishes--
Oh birthday kisses,
Kiss me all over
My great beautiful face...
Will these dying roses be alive again?
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2024 05:16
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Comments1
Happy Birthday M!
Ahh, UK and USA date format are the same for this day: 2.2.
In UK it's date-month-year.
In USA it's month-date-year.
Thank you.
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