birthday cake
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A birthday.
Such a weird concept,
or at least I would say.
A young mind a year older, as of today.
Hooray.
Why do we celebrate an entire day?
In front of your doorI paced,Stooped down and retiedMy shoelace,13- the numberThat was glazed,Rung your doorbell since your keysHad been replaced. Once the door opensIn a haste,And you'll stare at itIn amaze,With a motive ofA nutcase,I'll smash a
