Happy birthday!
we can't get enough
play kick the can
stick ball
beat down the tiny paper horse strung from that old cherry tree.
Remember when we sat in those swings?
when you said you loved me?
I wouldn't do it either.
I wouldn't leave this old thick life
shredded with a tin grater
for an abandoned house.
hey, no hard feelings.
and...Happy Birthday. Seriously.
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