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Eighth grade we met.
Hormones? You bet!
Became best friends
you were asset.
Love you to moon
doubt not still true.
Happy birthday!
Our hair’s turned gray.
Girlfriend, forty
years past still see
young chick, too cool,
like one high school.

Hope you are fine,
send love and rhyme.
hugs and kiss-ohs.
April the fourth
you did spring forth.
Month brings spring buds,
to you send love.
Duh-duh, dah-dee
you’re so lovely.
Hope your day’s swell.
Ta-ta! Stay well.