It's not my birthday
It's not today
It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down,
"Never more will be around"
Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised
more here.
I did mention, not yet. Another week. I will keep all your wishes wrapped until the day, so don't feel the need to resend.
I promised no more salons, no more getting anyone else to cut my hair. I mean this.
Have come down ill. Shall hibernate.
(Sorry, feeling more than a little irritable.)
4 comments:
Curl up and frowst for a bit. Get well soon, have a good birthday when it comes!
Oh dear, gute Besserung. I hope you recover in time for your yes-it-is-my-birthday.
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I will hold onto my wishes, as I don't trust you not to open them early. :-|
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