Another trip around the sun
oh what unrelenting fun;
just one more whirl before I’m done
a chance to finish schemes begun.
To harvest, dripping, from the vine
a bunch made sweeter by that shine
which helps produce a richer wine
that could someday be seen as fine,
when every contest has been run
and every dream by anyone
alive today has paid the dun—
another trip around the sun.
Are You Reading Me?
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