39TH BIRTHDAY
How can the heart--tell what it feels,
When the lips--have no words to reveal,
The gladness we have--& the joy that we feel,
Having you as our daughter is really a thrill.
Now it's your birthday,
And you've become---well more than 20;
But I'll only say,--- when bribed by a penny.
Now you're as old as ---"Ole Jack Benny." !!!!!
Bye: Sheila Weaver
AKA:PEACEFULLY
When the lips--have no words to reveal,
The gladness we have--& the joy that we feel,
Having you as our daughter is really a thrill.
Now it's your birthday,
And you've become---well more than 20;
But I'll only say,--- when bribed by a penny.
Now you're as old as ---"Ole Jack Benny." !!!!!
Bye: Sheila Weaver
AKA:PEACEFULLY
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