Well little Lady, if I could be so bold to suggest
you are an inscrutable expression of whomever
you’d like to be - I’m pulling in the bets; there’s
saving evidence enough already such a louche
idea of whom you are is way off the beat you’d
see reasonable, you’re too much like me, altho,
probably - you & I’d wouldn’t agree who’s right
anyway; but it’s your birthday, so guess who is
IT and back in th’ cereal-box-spec of whatever
you’ve decided matters, and we’re all ears; I’m
looking forward t’ seeing you after this fete tho’
my fear is you’ll surreptitiously slip up 10 years
more than th’ calendar prescribes; so for all th’
right reasons Stella, keep it simple - and be 8
© 10 August 2018, I. D. Carswell
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