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Show Birthday Thanks St. Patrick's mom dawned dreary and bleak, My rusty old bones protest and sqeak; I place my feet on the frozen floor. For me I wonder what lies in store. Three score and nine, and a few days plus, I've feasted and starved, am a happy old cuss; Yet friends, I have many, that gives me a thrill, A treasured possession, their social good will. Thankful for memories of my yesteryears, Mingled with pleasures, sadness and tears; What matter a bent from limping along, A joy in living when the heart's full of song. Thanks for the greetings from my boyhood pals, Smiles and expressions from the good old gals; May you all be happy as you drift about, And joyfully live more birthdays out. March 22, 1943 W. C. ANDERSON. |