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Happy Birthday to you,
prose-poetry stew; Happy Birthday dear family, and all my thanks, too! As you now become “three,” it’s easy to see why so many writers become devotees! In the span of three years, through laughter and tears, your efforts have steered us like love gondoliers… So, writing dot com, I humbly salaam: Your heart is my playground; your spirit, my psalm.
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