You say, "Thanks for coming.
It really meant a lot to me.
Thank you."
I take the bag you hand
out to me,
To see the surprises inside.
I'll enjoy your treats,
Savor every rich second,
Although nothing is as sweet as you.
Take my balloon and blow;
Blow until it pops.
When it does, I'll have risen to the top.
I like the picture of you and I.
I think we look great together.
Love, and thanks for everything.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
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