Today's a day for all of soup to rejoice
For Ralph the poet has found his voice
He writes in rhymes but so do I
Don't tell him his words can make me cry
And I'll deny it until my dying day
Cause grown up men don't cry that way
On the 16th of June a celebration begins
My daughter was born, her and Ralph are my twins
I'll never forget holding little Ralphie in my arms
Though the hernia I got set off some alarms
I looked at my daughter and started to wave
Then looked back at Ralph who started to shave
My wife pushed my daughter in a stroller of course
With me pulling Ralphie in a wheel barrow by horse
And though I sued the stork for taking Ralphie back
They said Ralph wasn't a baby he was just getting a snack
So Happy Birthday Ralphie where ever you're at
Stay away from the fridge it's gonna make you too fat
I hope that you're healty wealthy and thin
But my daughter's in tears she misses her Twin
God Bless My Friend have a Happy Birthday and Many
More....Your Friend Larry
A broken heart is a broken home… a broken society
We owe each other a sincere love that will last long
Why should happy homes indulge in this impropriety?
I cry for the blessed brides that left the base they belong
Just because they can’t cope with stress, sweats and strains
I weep for those good grooms that weren’t steady and strong
Oh, how are some mighty marriages… plundered by pains?
A once happy home turns lifeless, loveless…a deadly desert
They couldn’t hold-on and together harvest their golden grains.
Why on earth do we have to break these lovely, happy hearts!
When you have once vowed, in sun and rain to be friend forever?
Why should you break that colorful cord, you are now far… apart
What would become of the seeds sown and do not train together?
Thanks to those continued to care… broken, but they do not bother!
I will not weep for you,
Only happy tears I'll cry.
Part of living is learning,
How to say goodbye.
A happy tear for all,
The memories that we've shared,
And I'll remember all the ways,
You shhowed us that you cared.
I'll remember all the love
And carry it with me always.
You'll forever be in my heart,
For now, and all my days.
Hi brown eyes so lovely as thus just to here your smile is a sound of music to my ear. Yes to her your voice it’s so deep to know. Brown eye’s as lovely as thou watching your thinking mind just make happy to see an educated man is what all women want. Brown eye’s your dependable and nice one day will be a dream come true for a women but soon you will make a women happy person.
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