Poetry

Happy Birthday To My Dearest Friend Lark.

Today is the birthday of my dearest friend Lark,

Who used to play a lot,

And still does.

And was a king of the kings.

A true winner,

And the one who guides,

Is he.

More than a friend,

More than a brother.

A light which can never be extinguished.

We wish him many many happy returns of the day.

Adios!

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