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I love you, I allways will,
You broke my heart, I love you still,
I feel rejected, my heart is sore,
It only made me love you more.
I hugged you once it made me see,
How beautiful my life could be.
I love you with all my heart,
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by SAMMI MORRIS
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50 great years have gone past
and you're still standing strong.
I know some said it would always last
and others thought them wrong.
But here you stand today, a testament to true love,
one that has not faded away.
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by Sweet escape
at 2008-10-12 |
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Just because you're 50,
Don't despair, oh no
Overnight you won't discover
You've lost your get up and go.
Nor will you become all wrinkled,
Nor ache from head to toe.
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by JB
at 2008-10-12 |
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Empathy, the greatest virtue of all,
Memorable situations to recall.
Have no shame, if you don't know,
With humble honesty, you will glow.
Odds of keeping, an open mind,
Same as waistline, that is kind.
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by Martin Dejnicki
at 2008-10-12 |
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Your presence is requested at
A moment of transcendence.
The mystery of fifty years
Requires your attendance.
We will accomplish something more
Than managing to dine:
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by Nicholas Gordon
at 2008-10-12 |
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For your fiftieth birthday let us sing!
In celebration let your loved ones dance!
Fair seedtime had our souls within your heart,
Taking joy from innocent romance.
You gave to us a gentle, loving spring.
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by Nicholas Gordon
at 2008-10-12 |
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Forty is the old age of youth;
Fifty is the youth of old age.
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by Victor Hugo
at 2008-10-11 |
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For a mother, a daughter, a teacher, and a friend:
In fertile valleys, dreams grow lush and tall.
For cultivation, beauty is the end.
Though each of many gestures may be small,
Years of love and clarity are all.
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by Nicholas Gordon
at 2008-10-10 |
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The sunlight is as passionate as flowers
Bordering the sidewalk of a song.
Clouds shape its golden apertures for hours,
Shifting with each breeze that comes along.
The day becomes a mustard-colored sunbeam
Falling through the window of your smile.
Mystical sensations, headed downstream,
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by Nicholas Gordon
at 2008-10-10 |
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