Happy Birthday

Etched in my heart,
That twenty fifth day.
The one we toasted
In some special way.

Like the tattoo,
Burned on my skin
Ain’t no erasin’ the blood,
The tears, and the time we put in.

So it’s your birthday,
Ain’t no big deal.
Raise a glass, make a wish,
And forget what was real.

Pb. April 25, 2016

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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