So the day, the day by its own way,
Urged me to recite what minds say.
Rendering an act, no drama, no play,
Purely realism, the deed of hearts. The
Ranging gifts, the dolls, the jean, the cards, the cake,
In the lawn with lights, friends besides awake, to
Say the wishes for the day. Its eve its
Ending after a while, got stormed away.
- Julien
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