Birthday

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She asked me,this morning,as we passed each other. "What do you want for your birthday?" A thought smiled,to stoic face,and I said. "I want you back." And I wept to my high school portrait,until age came to collect me.

She asked me,
this morning,
as we passed each other.

"What do you want for your birthday?"

A thought smiled,
to stoic face,
and I said.

"I want you back."

And I wept to my high school portrait,
until age came to collect me.

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