Treasure Island

Lizee Beth

(July 21,1994 / Ashville, North Carolina)

This is for my Ex-Boyfriend's cousin Kenzee Dennis


on your birthday
I wish for you the fulfillment
of all your fondest dreams
I hope that for every candle on your cake
you get a wonderful suprise
I wish for you that
whatever you want most in life
it come to you
just the way you imagined it
or even better
I hope you get as much pleasure
from our friendship as I do
I wish we were sisters
so I could have known you
from the beginning
I look forward to
enjoying our friendship
for many more of your birthdays
I'm so glad you were born
because you brighten my life
and fill it with joy

Happy 20th Birthday Kenzee

Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

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