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::: Mans worst gift
by Oliver D. Santos
{11:38 am/july.05.03}


Spoons, plates, greeters and a cake
common things in your birthday and let's celebrate
a baby before but older now in your age
womanhood is here and you can't even escape.

Jokes, laughter�s, craziness, tears and smiles
there are things that you have to say goodbye
baby pictures, dolls, toys must be kept for a while
I dearly welcome a lady that was once a gal.

I came here without even having you a gift
and happily saying that I came here to eat
where's the plates and that sweet tasty cake
I can't let my stomach in empty to ache.

My job may end but your importance will never
when we can ever do those previous novels
exchange o letters before are now just collectibles
our thought sharing for me was so memorable.

I'm talking about those thoughts, chats and letters
now I admit that for you I still care
but just accept that you now got the mans worst gift
because I wrapped myself, and your gift is making a greet.



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