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Mar 21
Birthdays come but once a year…
you’ll always be a friend so dear…

you worry that you’re getting old…
it’s all in your mind, that’s what I’m told…

age is just a number friend…
your body works, your legs they bend…

so toss that old word out the door…
For I’m here to help you celebrate many more…
Written by
JudyAS
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       rick, ---, Jimmy silker and Mary Huxley
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