So, Like It's My Birthday..., ....I created this poem. Go figure.
Refrain from this behavior,
Said the master to his savior,
Detain yourself further...,
Or suffer with such fervor-
That upon your lonely soul-
A wound will slowly grow-
That will last into the eve-
Of tomorrow’s last reprieve,
And when that has come to pass,
No other will grace your class,
With the loving tender care-
That you must always be aware-
I take with all that you are-n-do,
As I’m certain so have you.
Refrain not from your desire,
Said the servant to her sire,
If it pleases that which wills-
All of men’s begotten ills,
Then release your inner twine,
And in me let it unwind;
For in me there is the will,
And if need be all the ills-
For ‘menkind’ to be fulfilled!
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I always get the feeling that Pinky would be proud. He is nodding in approval from his high lofty perch. 
Happy Birthday to you
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The poetry is fine, my friend. Thanks for sharing and Write on.... 
