On a gone birthday,
a year not long gone,
thought -- though I was gay --
'twas no special occasion.
To be had realized today,
was that great gift - Reflection !
On years gone away
And years yet to come.
Yet it needs no ceremony,
this present for any mood.
'tis a celebration of Harmony !
Of Sentiments. Of Solitude.
Let us then, this Special anniversary
of birthing cute, innocent and nude,
spend in merry company
or perhaps, in silent gratitude.
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around 4/1/10 (Apr 1, 2010)
Thank You, Dear Student
for being my muse.
Your sweet smiling sentiment
lit this mind's fuse.
a year not long gone,
thought -- though I was gay --
'twas no special occasion.
To be had realized today,
was that great gift - Reflection !
On years gone away
And years yet to come.
Yet it needs no ceremony,
this present for any mood.
'tis a celebration of Harmony !
Of Sentiments. Of Solitude.
Let us then, this Special anniversary
of birthing cute, innocent and nude,
spend in merry company
or perhaps, in silent gratitude.
-------------------------
around 4/1/10 (Apr 1, 2010)
Thank You, Dear Student
for being my muse.
Your sweet smiling sentiment
lit this mind's fuse.
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