13 Years Young
"Happy Birthday to you!"
As the last bars are sung
the cake is brought out
13 candles shinning
on top waiting to be
wished upon.
With one wind sweep
the candles no longer
gleam. And with one
downward motion
of a sharp, silver utensil,
the cake is cut into
many slices.
The cake is gone
in one glup. Presents
of many shapes,
sizes, and colors
are brought out
and opened carefully.
It's a lovely
13th birthday.
Copyright ©
Alli B. | Year Posted 2009
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