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Birthday poem | Maybe I was never too late.
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Here I go now.
Another dizzy spin around
the sun.
The spent years crumble
like towers of salt.
All that once made me
Now unmakes me.
The sky calls and I
follow, as I am.
Maybe I am right on time
for everything
Maybe I was never
too late.
You are right on time with this lovely poem!
You were decidedly right on time!