Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Eight balloons lean on the ceiling. Eight strawberries guard the cake. Eight friends arrive too loudly.
Tonight the world gives us permission to be something else.
You have brains in your head. You have shoes on your feet. But here's what the Doctor forgot to explain.
My daughter brings light to the day, then moves all the candles away; she says, “Keep the cake,
My daughter said cake was too plain, so ordered both tart and champagne; when asked which to share,
Another candle, another year you made your own. I will not ask you to stay little.
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