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I'm
thinking of a
special day, I
just cannot
remember,
Oh yeah, I
think, Yeah I
know, it's the
seventeenth of
November.
Every
year I have to
count how many
years have
passed,
I try not to
remember from
this year to
the
last.
I
still know the
dance steps,
the Boop-Oop-A-Doop,
But find
myself
settling for
instead the
Ole' Soft
Shoe.
I
love the
celebration,
the people and
the food,
This day of
the year puts
me in a
melancholy
mood.
My
step is not as
high as it
once used to
be
But I am still
the birthday
girl, yes
siree' indeed.
I
have a few
replacement
parts I am
very thankful for,
They make each
step I take
far less of a
chore.
I
am again
thankful for
this birthday
and another year,
I will
celebrate with
my family,
much fun
and lots of cheer.
I
look at this
day as a gift
from God
above,
For on this
and every day
He gives to me
His love.
A
little year
older is not
so bad you
see,
I'm so happy
God made this
day especially
for me!
© Ann Joyce November 15, 2008
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