Birthdays will come and they will go. Presents concealed with ribbon and bow. I didn't write this I think you should know. Now it's your birthday and you say so? Some poet was bored on a bright sunny day. Sat down and wrote this poem this way. The point of this poem I think you know. Just a different way to say I love you so! I'm not that blind that I see things clearly. Thoughts of you I'll always hold so dearly. Now you're deeply lost in some strange thought. Wondering where is the present I brought? The poet didn't know I didn't buy any. Shocked he was when I paid my penny. A penny poem is what I got for you. Happy Birthday and I love you.! Poetry Index Page Created: Nov 3rd, 1999 © Mike Dimond 11/03/99

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