For some reason, any reason, whatever reason; I don't care - when it comes to birthdays, the best gift that I've ever been able to give is a poem. It started back in high school and has since sustained its usefulness.
Today, a great comrade (yeah, that's exactly what she wants to be called - SHUT IT, Yyyyoooouuuu) marks another notch in her mortality belt, and this is my gift to thee...
Sleep to rest; dream if so lucky,
For at times the morning sun may seem a vex,
But a dream is a treasure to those aware
That they are now breathing their last breaths.
......Blow out the fuckin' candles already.
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