Happy birthday, Teresa!
Stay in sync oh de myo heart please. Xxx Ooo
Wishing you an absolutely wonderful birthday, dear Teresa!
Knees are functional, and not meant to be decorative.
The same cannot be said of that tennis wear.
I clicked the arrow, to ensure a brighter tomorrow.
And, “Happy End of Comics Poetry Week” too!
Happy Birthday, Teresa..
Enjoy your special day, Teresa! Happy birth anniversary!
Seeing one’s main spring
And realizing it is madness
One begins enlightenment
What is left is the real human
The awakened one
Happy Birthday, Teresa.
The Dao of Snuffy Smith states:
“You’re gooder’n ary angel”.
Happy Birth’d Day, Teresa.
By E. E. Cummingsanyone lived in a pretty how town(with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn’t he danced his did.
Women and men(both little and small)cared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isn’t they reaped their samesun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a fewand down they forgot as up they grewautumn winter spring summer)that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leafshe laughed his joy she cried his griefbird by snow and stir by stillanyone’s any was all to her
someones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dance(sleep wake hope and then)theysaid their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon(and only the snow can begin to explainhow children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess(and noone stooped to kiss his face)busy folk buried them side by sidelittle by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deepand more by more they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by aprilwish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)summer autumn winter springreaped their sowing and went their camesun moon stars rain
Happy, happy birthday to you, Teresa!
“Ugly Kneecaps” reminds me of a Gallagher joke … “If your knees bent the other way, what would a chair look like?”
If it’s really true (do we know for sure?) … Happy Damned Birthday Teresa ….
Can you clap in space?
Hap Bir Day, Ter
Happy Being Born Day Teresa! My turtles are hugging your turtles. Heartbreak happens whether you don’t or whether you do. Give voice to it’s song and you soar more often than you break.
On the subject of Ugly Kneecaps; I will have to consult my Thurber, and “The Revenge of the Lawn”.
I’ll get back to you.
So, they—most notably the ever-cherished Margueritem—are telling me “today is her birthday! Today is Teresa’s birthday!” Being an easy-going chap (at least some of the time), I accept this as fact: 5 V [61/62?].
Happy birthday, Sister Teresa!
I like “ordinary” days; many kinds of fruit; but with fewer vice-presidents and more ice, thank you.
Approaching AMP should not be a far stretch. And the worst they say is “no” (and maybe also “you’re fired”). I have learned to accept that “no” does not hurt. It merely leaves you exactly where you were BN (before no), and no worse off than you were then. Boldly go where no Comics Poet has gone before!
I wish you a happy birthday but I have reached an age where I prefer that my own natal anniversary should not deviate far from the norm so I wish you a very ordinary day, too.
Happy Daybirth, Teresa. Enjoyed Comic Poetry week.
The sub currents of reality
Dragging me down
Into little whirlpools of politics