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Happy birthday poems (that I mashed into one)
Dear fellow Netflix lover,
I can’t claim
to be able to spell
Either your first or last name.
But what I can say is:
I don’t know what I’d do
If I couldn’t smash birdies,
In Fit for Life, at you!
You are April -
by and by
Under the shelter of my roof,
hours bleed into days
days blend into months
and months blur into years
We ease into the simple monotony,
by and by
This home is the nest
in which my loving parents raise