My Daughter's Birthday
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Darwin Henry Beuning
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When my daughter was very young
I always felt bad
When her birthday came around.
For her, a school day!
A workday,
For my wife and me.
She would always receive
A hug, a card with cash.
The day went by too fast.
Eleven or twelve, something new
"A Birthday Weekend"
Just for you.
What a glorious time was had
You and your girlfriends
Being chauffeured by dad.
Sixteen came too soon
A driver's license in hand,
She was gone.
The "Birthday Weekend" was no more.
Bu şiiri puanla
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