Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Here's to cheers to our mother

Happy birthday dear mother,
Your not dead yet
Your old, so im told
Really, truly, as good as it gets.

Your skin is wrinkled
Your style is a mess
But honey I heard you compete with the best

Oh mother dear
You're the third of eight.
Poets exualt you,
And philosophers postulate.

So on this day,
We make such a fuss
To us you gave life
A reason for lust

So thank you dear mother,
Here's to this year.
A billion more hurdles, 
And a trillion more fears

You keep on kicking, 
And going strong
Because without you dear mother
I simply...really... truly... can't go on

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