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190909
\nSo blow out the candles and have a piece of cake!<\/p>\n

It’s my day of birth, but I ain’t new
\nLike a deck of cards I’m 52
\nTo my Sweetie Pea I’m Sugar Pooh
\nI did not move here to eat lamb stew
\nCount ABC’s twice to get my age
\nI’m like a tiger trapped in a cage
\nBut maybe this year I’ll turn the page
\nThey say 50 plus is such a rage
\nTook 52 years to get this far
\nI walk everywhere ’cause I’ve no car
\nAnd my birthday wish is so bizarre
\nBut I want to be a viral star
\nWith my rocking rhymes that have such flair
\nPlus drawings of Linc and Brownie Bear
\nSince we’re Facebook friends, I know you care
\nSo please do your part and click on “share”<\/p>\n