I apologize for being perverse, but poetry knows no boundaries. I am only honest - forgive me. This is the poem I wrote for my birthday:
It's your birthday
Again, happy birthday
How old are you now?
Are you a burgeoning legal
Old enough to go down?
Could your pretty red lips
Look so nice around me?
It's your birthday again
Make a wish on your knees
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