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Birthday Month

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Here are some random photos I picked
From my collection that makes me think
The smiles and laughs shared
With the people who care

I share my birthday month with some loved ones
Some close, some far
With distance or heart
In my thoughts they are present
Sometimes that's all that matter

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The experience, tastes, and feelings matter too
Simple things like easter bombs "cocoa"
A manicure with massage
And more sweet happy birthday cakes
A workout in different virtual destinations
I cannot go there for real but virtually I can
New Zealand, Spain, the Pacific Islands
All in one day
Imagined or virtual
They can bring joy


Ten Things of Thankful

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  1. Great thankful poem, Carin! Happy birthday to all! Hoping there was a separate cake for each, because, you know, birthday cake!

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