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Birthday Blues

Birthday’s come and birthdays go, I shouldn’t worry, I fully know First they’re young then follows old, But as they pass I grow cold And weary of the days to come Feeling like a total bum Just waiting for my time to end Until my cards, they’ll no longer send. April 7, 2005

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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