Flower Bouquet
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May 25: One of the reasons I became a poet, I'm sure, is that cliches bother me. So does repeating myself (however much I obviously do). This gives me a lot of trouble on birthdays, for there have now been a huge number in my life. And yesterday was Geof's, the day before (I believe) his wife Nancy's. Ordinarily, I'd probably have nothing to say but the standard, "Happy Birthday," but I'm even more null of tongue today than ordinarily, so definitely have nothing else to say. I'll say it, anyway (since Geof always acknowledges my birthday at his blog): "Happy birthday, Geof and Nancy!" Belatedly, of course. Can't not be maximally inept about it.
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