Some dates and some days are impossible to forget. Like last week when I woke up and looked at my calendar and then looked outside and thought to myself how I hoped you were having the best birthday because how could you not with the sun as high as it was? Twenty-six and a face I sometimes don't remember right anymore, I will always remember you eighteen and nineteen and twenty and twenty-one and twenty-two, and how I hugged you the tightest I could on every third of April for all those years. So happy birthday, old friend. Here's to you.
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3 comments:
one from me too!..and for a Canadian love song.
I feel like I should out the identity of the "he" here. People want names, Lisa! Make it salacious!
this "he" starts with a j. that's all i'll give away. for now.
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