(September 8,1959 / Brooklyn, New York)

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Birthdays

Birthdays come and go
Another day
Another year
What’s really to fear?

As women we are
Like a fine wine
Improving with age
Life is our stage

Age is a number
And numbers don’t rule us
I simply believe
There’s so much more to achieve

Though the years turn
And time can’t be stopped
Life's a trip so surreal
With more to reveal

Submitted: Monday, September 08, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, September 09, 2008


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