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A Recycled Birthday Greeting

Tuesday 08/02/2005 8:58 AM

I wrote this for Shannon many years ago on her birthday:

Say...
It's that special day when it's time for you to play,
And to roll around in hay - how long? - all day 'cause it's your birthday.

Why don't you walk up to a man with a half-eaten can of Spam.
Tell him, "Yes I know the plan, and you better understand;
you see I know your name is Stan (don't you say the word Ka-Blam!);
don't ask me if I can - I CAN! - 'cause it's my day to make the plans."

Once you and Stan have no more Spam, why don't you go explore a cave,
maybe start your own parade, and try not to behave.
You'll make many friends as you're marching down the street.
Remember it's your day so it's okay to dance with someone else's feet.

You may possibly grow tired as this festival expires,
you've blown out the candle fires, now it's time for you to sleep.
Then later on, I mean tonite, when you dream, dream of this day.
You'll be hanging from a kite, showing everyone your way.

But if there's one thing to remember, every year well past December,
is that this special kind of day can happen every single day!

So if you ever run into Stan (he's this guy you're gonna meet),
once you finish off the Spam, just go marching down the street!

Happy Birthday, Shannon!

P.S. Shannon's birthday present is out for delivery in Columbus, Ohio. Don't believe me? Check it out yourself.

File Under: Birthday; Poem; Shannon; Writing
Music: The Smiths "Louder Than Bombs"

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