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|May the day delight the Ocean of your life,
as each Wave sighs to land the grace of that while upon each year,
I yawn to know that memory of core,
for without your letters,
words would have died.
You must be the stone of granite truth,
you have sculptured verse with each etch of your draw,
a painters brush from years past,
there is not a Man on Earth that would not stagger to your task.
Seen in only this page of James Blunt,
how often we laughed of this speak in picture,
even that San Francisco photograph,
remember the lift and forge the filed,
as each hand is butter and that was bread to our signed.
Happy Birthday to thank your mother and father,
may those blessed be of friends in their field,
oh how the breeze must breadth,
and the wind,
the wind must love Stonehenge Sealed!!
Love is a given as I know sew,
the thread to a hem is more than a stitch in Time,
awe is my country and the eagle will remind,
life is wonderful and you must be it's dime.