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Living History Her Story

Pull out your iPhone: Siri, what’s the date? “2/24, YOUR GRANDMOTHER’S BIRTHDAY!” How much is twice her age? “TWO HUNDRED EIGHT.” That many years seems awfully far away, But think about it: Someone Grandma’s age When she was born (before … Continue reading

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Happy Happy

The anniversary of you We celebrate today. It’s true We’re continents apart, but still Just listen to your heart: You will Detect a murmur. That’s from me! I am your cardiopathy (If that’s a word), as you are mine. We … Continue reading

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Birthday-Having Happily

Happy, Birthday-Haver, happy! Hope your natal day’s not crappy. Age, you know, is just a number. If it’s high, you may seek slumber. When you wake, you’re that much older, Though, so staying wakeful’s bolder And resembles death much less. … Continue reading

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The Little Prince Gets A Job

Chauffeur du monde, we tip our hats To you (et nos chapeaux). Congrats! Today you have successfully Completed lap one hundred three Around the sun without dislodging Helen Johnson Collins! Dodging Comets, NASA probes and dust Whilst coddling my grandma … Continue reading

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Lincoln’s Birthday

Abraham, put down your slate And blow your candles out. It’s late, And there’s a stack of rails, I see, That’s still unsplit. Why might that be? You’ve always done your chores. It’s odd. I blame that hussy, Mary Todd. … Continue reading

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451 Candles

Billy boy, we hardly knew ye, for You lived about a million years ago And almost never write stuff any more (I’m kinda jazzed for Double Falsehood, though). In April 1563 your birth Was not reported on the evening news; … Continue reading

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President’s Day

Georgie, born in February, Never really liked to share. He Would his wooden teeth have gritted Had he seen his birthday splitted With that scrawny upstart Lincoln. Really, what must George be thinkin’ Now that what was once his own … Continue reading

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