Treasure Island

Dee Corpolongo

(09/ 27/64 / New York)

A Thought to Midnight Voice


Another day late, and a dollar short,
I always somehow seem to be...
But just so you know, this wish is sincere,
and it is sent to you from me.

A wish to say Happy Birthday...
with {{{hugs}}} I am sending to you,
I hope that it was memorable
and enjoyed the whole day through.

A friend should not be forgotten
to be wished the very best you see,
and Midnight Voice you really are special
and a good friend you will always be.

Submitted: Sunday, November 03, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 04, 2013

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A wish for Midnight Voice....Happy Birthday!

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  • Patricia Grantham (11/25/2013 2:29:00 PM)

    A lovely poem written to a good friend. Even many miles of ocean
    can't separate someone so dear to our heart. Birthday wishes sent
    from the heat with love. Nice and nice. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (11/6/2013 5:59:00 AM)

    How special to have these words written for Thomas. Put together with love and sincerity. Well done, Thomas has been such a support for me on the website. His comments have truly meant so much to me and it was those that kept me adding words to await his comments. (Report) Reply

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