Every year my Nana manages to find the world’s best birthday card. Each year is better than the last, but this year she hit a new high with this one (read the first part before moving onto the second):
Happy birthday to me indeed.
Doesn't really matter if you're all jumbled up inside; as long as you know that love is endless and the world is wide.
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Reading the title of this post, I had this horrifying image of you in a slinky gown breathfully singing “Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday Mr Presidennnnt”. I feel so dirty…the dirt’s not coming off!
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