Words… chains of letters.
Thoughtfully inked along
my dotted life line.
Wishes most sincere,
memories dear,
gift wrapped in
fragile clenched fingers.
Pale reminder,
of me.
Of us.
This day is yours, and
yours only.
Enjoy it,
don’t let anybody
spoil it for you…
Cake icing smells and
wrapping paper ruffles,
I hope you’ll be drowned
In birthday trifles!
Cyranny's Cove 
Love this C!!!!!!
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Thank you, good Count 🙂 I am glad you do xx
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How have you been!
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I’m ok… a bit tired and lacking inspiration lately, but it will get better, I’m sure. How about you? Any wild adventures with your beloved Lady lately?
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Hahahahahaaaa the Duchess and I have been travelling, though not together so it’s been a bit lonely recently. Why tired?
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I’m sure you two will find the warmth of each other’s arms again soon!
Autumn is a bit rough on me, this year. Life’s ups and downs, nothing to worry about. xx
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Yes we’re both done with work by December! We met a few weeks in Edinburgh for a week. Planning something to Denmark btw
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I don’t know who this is for, but I’m sure they will have an absolutely wonderful day, thanks to you!
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Aw thank you, Suzanne 🙂 xx I sure hope they will…
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A wonderful poem, Lady. 💖 Hugs 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂 Big hugs to you and The Viking!! xx
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Beautiful expressions. 🙂 Are you back from your trip to NY?
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Hey, is it your birthday old girl? I checked my calendar and thought I’d written you birthdate in. Anyway, great poem.
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Missing you, hope you are fine.
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That’s awesome.
I’ve been trying to get hold of you are you alright?
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Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often.
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