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Say Pip, you're sixteen

Behind the glasses, a mind that's keen

Looking at life without blinders on

To the absurdities of dark you're somewhat drawn

 

But in good company travelling not alone

"Although my group is apart" you may moan

Every shadow is cast by light

And dawn follows seemingly endless night.

 

Hugs

 

Mr. P

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Ayshela dashes into the room, hands full of balloon-strings.. she stops a moment to do the Happy Birthday dance, then flies over to Pip and ties the sixteen balloons gently to her wrists, eight on each. With a huge warm hug, Ayshela wishes her the happiest of birthdays then Ayshela simply.. disappears..
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