HAPPY BIRTHDAY (to me)
Yes, forty one years ago this very week the fabric of space and time pulled back to reveal this fragile and yet strangely troubled soul.
It was a day of wonder and tears. Cigarettes were burned. Laughter echoed down the hallway. A mother's heart slid into gear.
The angel's sighed, and one of them farted, but no one knew which one it was so they pretended not to hear.
It was a day of love so great it hurt to breathe.
Glad to be here, friends. Hope to be here a bit longer before I join the flatulent angels.
Wubba,
Keith
Happy Birthday, dude. Glad to hear you're getting ready to give another year to God and people. Thanks for using this past year to encourage people like me.
ReplyDeleteOh, come on. There's NO WAY that I'm a few months older than you. You really turned 42 didn't you? I mean, you were at the BSU YEARS before me...
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