Happy Birthday 2024, Artful Dodger
Unto the day, impatiently I wait
For wonder that will come to celebrate
I always start on poems way too soon
In restless state beneath the summer moon
This year is different in degree
I start this poem in the lee
Of winter's frost
The wind picks up the song of celebration
Sends it off in high anticipation
Across the sea, the plains, and mountain ranges
Echoes all your grace that never changes
Amidst the forest rumour flies
From the flowers to the skies
Of heart embossed
Wings are spread as angels seek the ground
Flutters stilled as angels seek the sound
Of ache and love that only one can sing
Deep body blows midst revelries that ring
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