The birthdays knock
On the door each year.
They take each child
While the night is dark.
My eight-year old has
Flown away, and in her place
A nine-year old is
In her place.
The birthdays knock
On the door each year.
They take each child
While the night is dark.
My eight-year old has
Flown away, and in her place
A nine-year old is
In her place.
Poems and Petals 
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Thank you so much, I am not accepting awards but appreciate the sentiments, thank you for including mine! 🙂
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beautiful one… 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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