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Officially A Man
To Adam on his 18th, Happy Birthday son, love you always. Nannie xxx
Oh my God, how time has passed
Adam is eighteen at last
Officially he`s now a man
Following the grown up plan
Soldier, sailor, he can be
Anything he wants you see,
Now the future`s in his hand
Will he visit foreign lands
Build a bridge or mend a plane
Work computers, use his brain
So long as he is good and kind
His job won`t matter he will find.
Be honest Adam, true and tall
Life is yours, so take it all
Live it well and don`t look back
Keep your feet firm on the track
You will not forget today
But remember it won`t stay
Keep it safe in memory
Happy birthday son, from me.
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