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You would like some səs-tə-nən(t)s to see you through a brand-new year
or 14th century 'sustenir' if Anglo-French’s Middle English
spread across a carrot cake like cream-cheese frosting, half-inch thick…
The dashing Anglo-Frenchman knows your needs- he'll arrive by coach at 3:00
to offer you some maintenance, and ( ooo-la-la! ) some hot endurance
that may have been missing lately from your life’s necessities…
He’ll take you through the wilderness, in living color ( yes, no less )
in one majestic motion of nature fill your life with renewed vigor
quite an ak-tiv fellow, he, with compliments, and flattery
mixed in with activities he’s planned for you this festive day:
Horseback riding, bungee jumping, all-night parties, disco dancing
contemplating wild abandon, sprightly piquant romance-glancing
tasting zes-tē sauces spicing up those long-forgotten places…
On every birthday hence he promised, so you'll look forward (and not be wishing)
to wearing laces, teasing chases, hiding-spaces, chance embraces
so you'll anticipate -with smiles- at what your birthdays-next will bring…
so... Happy Birthday!
here, have a fun party slide-bar... whoopie!
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