I woke up this morning, thinking
my mind’s playing tricks,
it can’t be the workers arriving,
no, it’s that you’re now 76.
I dwell on that a moment, think,
my goodness, woman, thrive,
it’s not possible to be true when
you don’t look a day over 75.
Max says you look good,
still upright at any rate.
I think you look terrific,
more likely even great.
So we’ll see to our morning tasks,
send the gutter men away,
and if anybody asks,
we’ll tell’em it’s an RB holiday.
It’s off to Seasons 52,
as usual at this time, mid-May,
max can nap while it’s just me and you,
out celebrating yet another grand birthday.
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