Cobbles are polished, smooth
By that thing that ticks.
Feet shuffle past like each year.
I can see where it has gone this year.
Its been good. Its had highs
Of new hearts close to mine.
Its seen choices made for nobody
But me and the right thing to do.
I have grown again.
So join me from tomorrow,
As there's always room beside me to stroll.
Happy birthday.
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