My Birthday
This is the sort of day
I should like to wrap
In shiny silver paper
And only open when It’s raining.
This is the sort of day
I should like to hide
In a secret drawer to which
Only I have the key.
This is the sort of day
I should like to hang
At the back of the wardrobe
To keep me warm when winter comes,
This is the day
I should like to last forever.
This is my birthday.
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