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[aid] => mick
[title] => Happy Birthday
[time] => 2014-11-04 18:01:11
[hometext] => A toast to the fearless fools…
[bodytext] => What’s inside your secret heart? Music? Poetry? Dance or Art? Life can block the gifts we’re given; Growing up is unforgiving! Since my childhood I have known; A tiny voice when I’m alone; That wants to draw, or paint, or sing; Or point me skyward on a swing! Boundless hope within me springs; My child believes in everything! From houses made of gingerbread; To trees for castles overhead! “Once upon a time” it starts; Eyes on YOU to do your part! Would you chance to join their laughter? Leave your fond held “ever after”? Stories of our child grow faint; Under years of self-restraint, and Like an itch we dare not scratch; For fear of what our child might hatch! Drink, for some, bestows permission; Halloween, invites remission! Others choose their child to be; At costume balls for “charity!’ Those whom I admire I find; Never left their child behind! With dreams and hopes tucked up each sleeve; They gave us joy and make-believe! They seemed to share one precious tool; No fear of being thought a fool! To dancers, prancers, everywhere; To Mork, and Joan, and Fred Astaire; To Mickey Rooney, oh you kid! Lauren Bacall and Uncle Sid; To Jim Henson’s puppetering; And Pete Seeger’s words endearing; Playfully they sent their call; Made it safe for us to fall; Beneath the spell they deftly cast; Let our hearts come home at last! Here’s a toast to all of you; Whose dignity will go askew! When a jump rope you should chance; Better duck beneath and prance! Lest you shall forever be; That work-a-holic busy bee; Suspended in our grown-up’s act; Afraid we’ll lose the roadmap back! Oh, I suppose we must grow up; But just today, I’ve had enough! I’m going to wave at passers by; And talk to dogs, and paint the sky. Perhaps I’ll sit beneath a tree; And let the ants walk over me! Or perch out on the porch tonight; And howl for hours with all my might! Here’s the wish that I will make for every candle on my cake; May friendship interrupt your day; And find you still have time to play! [comments] => 4 [counter] => 259 [topic] => 10 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => BirthdayPoems )
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