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Birthday Messages
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS I THOUGHT TO SEND A POETIC WISH. DOES A POEM NEED A POEM FOR A WISH? HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! On the way back the Sun I saw All my friends were happy I will never be dull even when the Sun is at West HAPPY BIRTHDAY If you are not married If you don't have parents HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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