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19 March 2011

For Bastard Sheep, on his birthday.

Because people who don't want to make a big deal out of their birthday shouldn't let me know about it.

He said “it’s just another day”,
But "what the hell", say I,
Nobody knows how many more
You’ll have before you die.
So I’ve put hands to keyboard
On this quite important date
To wish the very best unto
My fairly recent mate.
I see his little woolly face
So often on my screen,
I even got to pat it once –
‘twas soft and very clean.
So Happy Birthday, Sheepie!
I shall raise my glass of wine,
And hope your life’s a happy one -
You’ve made a dint in mine.

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