Birthday Pride Poems

Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new...

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Salute
America came through
Jubilee Purdue
Making history
Another year
Being a preserver
America strong
We the people
Gathered together
From Towns to Major cities
Shining seas with blowing breezes
America then and now
Battles that came...

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Oh, my father, I have tried
to walk the narrow way of truth.
True to my heart and true to my mind.
True to my body and true...

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Many think this holiday honors all United States presidents we elect
But let me reflect
It is Washington’s birthday that we celebrate 
It honors President Washington and...

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Happiness comes in many forms
Remember the thrill of your first born

How could you have known at the time
The challenge of keeping things in line

Sometimes seemed...

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Wealth sings in my domain, you conjure the Arab kings of old
your brag of a fat account in a bank with my portrait
is laughed by...

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world war II called you
you answered with pride
faithfully serving
doing your duty
expecting no praise

family man
you gave your all
but now you're gone
I can't thank you

for all the
sacrifice
care...

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My first little birdie flew the coup
  She's the President of a financial group
My second little birdie flapped his wings
  He's a strength...

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Maza-ratee!           (Maserati) 

The computer of choice. 
A tele-byte of memory, plus,  
a few extra...

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I want a parade 
Let it be huge
No chance I’ll be swayed
Don’t be a scrooge.

Lot’s of Brass Bands
Marching Marines
The clapping of hands
This thing’s in my...

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The heart that melt in a distance
The heart that shows its weaknesses in public
It is easily surrenders to what has defeated it 
The sound of...

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No other nation has been more blessed than
America: see the yellow wheat fields waving;
look up at the swollen clouds that send down rain!

Take these blessings...

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It must have been April when we both strayed
Vindictive, I refused to warm fire’s glow
When bitter words raged and triggered my ire ;
Though pleading sorry,...

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One afternoon Martha the mother of Jack, who was in her early eighties, told an amazing story about her son while having coffee in the...

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I am Flight Sgt Ramsay Roe, and my memories have faded,  
Of my experiences in Burma, and their chronological order, 
But into my memory’s...

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