Happy birthday, you're halfway to sixty.
Yep, that's right kids. I'll be spending the weekend ringing in my thirties. I'll post on Monday, if I survive.
posted by P/O at 8/17/2007 11:56:00 AM
Friday, August 17, 2007
Impeach
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- Just sit on the porch and swing.
- Dear world I'm pleased to meet you.
- Make this easy—it’s not as heavy as it seems.
- You kept me alive with your sweet flowing love.
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- And you know that can't be bad.
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- Got my blue skies.
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- I hate you. I love you. Leave. Don't go away.
- I miss you, but I haven't met you yet.
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- It's ok to be mean to the evil people that make life unbelievable.
- Just hold back the night.
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- Now doesn't that make you feel better?
- Out in all that sunshine, waiting to derail.
- Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.
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- Sweet like harmony, made into flesh.
- This is where the summer ends.
- Took a vacation, my palate got clean.
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- You are a welcoming back from the ocean.
- You twinkle above us, we twinkle below.
5 Comments:
Welcome to the club. Turning 30 was the best thing for me. I got to shake off all that stuff that "happened in my 20's" and start new.
So where's the party? ;-)
For the most part, my 30s (early in them as I am) have been much kinder to me than my 20s.
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday, grampa. And many, many more!
Ah, that's right. You're a couple of days older than me.
That means that for 48 hours, I'll be in my swinging 20s while you're in your decrepit 30s. Get off the road, old man!
By which, of course I mean Happy Birthday!
Oh! You are SUCH a puppydog!
But an adorable one!
Happy Birthday, sweetie!
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