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A little girl to call my own,
tis something I have outgrown,
to have an Angel, sweet as can be,
tickled-pink, just to be with me.
During times you've sat beside me,
every second, you belonged to me,
for we shared what life's destiny,
can bring, and then become infinity.
Your interest in the forms of art,
is not to be thrown like a dart,
for you choose your crafts carefully,
tis a gift, some day you'll truly see.
A young lady, I envision today,
celebrating her eleventh birthday,
with bouquets of roses, and a cake,
one, only your Nana can bake.
May your day be fine and grand,
by far, you are a special brand,
for on the day you were born,
A Rose blossomed on your throne.
Yana Petkov
5th September 2006
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