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your birthday, one week hence only seven days, 168 dot 0 hours tiles of time, laid end to end time, like tiles, patterned solids, textured, ornament awe time passing, slowly, deliberately or harried rush, blurry cacophony flexible, time thus moves us all differently, no prejudice in that pristine , almost divine beauty a personal anniversary, thought time to remember, and hope fully in a week, that time again, again next thursday, you hear them all wish happy birthday, that mine too YOU, on your birthday, i will muse what i wish you, and for all time to be content, happy, comfortable having what you need, getting what you want, yours, for asking after a week, or so, then reiterate for you, those wishes, we all share though, maybe said far too seldom run day to day, month in, and out anniversary, to anniversary ... |