On this Day 23,
Your clock struck 27.
A new age to remember,
An old past forgotten.
It's happy and melancholic,
The feeling of growing old.
But it's the magic about which
No kid is ever told.
Another 366 in coming,
Till you turn a year older.
My 6 feet 5 inch gentle giant,
BFG, a happy birthday to you.
Your clock struck 27.
A new age to remember,
An old past forgotten.
It's happy and melancholic,
The feeling of growing old.
But it's the magic about which
No kid is ever told.
Another 366 in coming,
Till you turn a year older.
My 6 feet 5 inch gentle giant,
BFG, a happy birthday to you.
"Likes Likes" is what I can say. :D
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