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  • One morning I woke up,
    And then I realized it was my birthday.
    I rushed downstairs and saw that
    The room was packed with guests.
    A table full of parcels
    Sat in the center of the room.
    It was requested that
    I open John’s parcel first.
    Inside a box wrapped in colorful paper
    I found a set of paints.
    “For your art,” John said with a smile.
    John was now an official member
    Of our family,
    And I considered the others there
    Family as well.
    The presents and food were great
    And soon it was evening.
    It was getting late and I was tired
    And so I slept in my bed
    Surrounded by my gifts.

    IMAGE: Hometown Birthday
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