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Beautiful bullets of slogans
Fired with prose of puns
But with lips not guns
Full of new year plans,
For my all time Love.

Thus how we do it mostly
Some loud, others softly
But the real wishes
Come subtly like hisses,

To the ears of the blessed
Whose ways are clearly marked
Yes, almost perfect
By the unknown architect. 

A woman of choice
Known for her decency 
Clothed with affluence 
With a clean heart poised
To blend beauty and duty.

I can't wish but to pray
That this beauty without fawn
Never sees any frown
Even after the dawn
On your happiest birthday 



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