Crispy, Cracklin, Crazy
Written By: D. Collins 2/1/25
Like thick sliced bacon straight from the air fryer.
Today my daughter is Queen of her empire.
Her subjects will do whatever she wants done.
And on her birthday served with total Cart Blanche.
Like the crispy, fried bacon left on our tongue.
She's a woman that stands second to none.
Yeah, a father is biased when it comes to his.
But, today is the day she was born to live.
Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2025
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