Many happy returns to the woman who bore me, lent me her face, her freckles, her nose, the hair I turned gray, the old torn up robe. You pushed me from your womb, seven pounds and early, but to you I'm still baby even though I'm now thirty. Sweetest birthday wishes, Mother, who knows best. Your warm hugs and kisses have made me feel blessed.
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