Originally posted by Coldfirewell he knew you and i had a thing.. but i never told him how it ended or why. he more or less said i shouldna started something i wasn't gonna finish if that makes sense. but he likes you though ✅
Yeah he said that he knew all about me..... I was like greeeeeeat.... Well he hasn't done it so he can't know anything about it 😬
for Syren.. a belated birthday. ehem, mine was today too yah know 😛
i've changed some of the words to fit the person in italics..
Leon Markowicz (1940– )
Birthday Song
The canary yellow envelope at mail call
aroused the other seminarians,
“What’s the occasion?”
“Ya got me,” I lied and peeked in at
two Mallards landing
on a Blessed Virgin blue
pond with a largemouth bass
leaping to greet them
under the swirling script
in the sky—
Happy Birthday
To A Wonderful Girl—
the only reminder that
tomorrow, just another
day in the sem,
was my birthday,
the seventh since any celebration
with Mom and Sarah, my sister,
the seventh away from Winthrop Street
in Detroit, half a continent west,
my third birthday
with my new family
the Congregation of the Holy Ghost
whom I adopted with vows of
poverty, chastity, obedience
a family but
no gifts, not even a handkerchief,
no three-layer cake
lathered with angel-white icing,
lipstick-red roses,
first slice for the birthday [i,]girl[/i]
no candles, family, friends to sing
Happy Birthday to You
Originally posted by Fëanor
for Syren.. a belated birthday. ehem, mine was today too yah know 😛
i've changed some of the words to fit the person in italics..[b]Leon Markowicz (1940– )
Birthday Song
The canary yellow envelope at mail call
aroused the other seminarians,
“What’s the occasion?”
“Ya got me,” I lied and peeked in at
two Mallards landing
on a Blessed Virgin blue
pond with a largemouth bass
leaping to greet them
under the swirling script
in the sky—
Happy Birthday
To A Wonderful Girl—
the only reminder that
tomorrow, just another
day in the sem,
was my birthday,
the seventh since any celebration
with Mom and Sarah, my sister,
the seventh away from Winthrop Street
in Detroit, half a continent west,
my third birthday
with my new family
the Congregation of the Holy Ghost
whom I adopted with vows of
poverty, chastity, obedience
a family but
no gifts, not even a handkerchief,
no three-layer cake
lathered with angel-white icing,
lipstick-red roses,
first slice for the birthday [i,]girl[/i]
no candles, family, friends to sing
Happy Birthday to You [/B]
I didn't make ya a poem... tho I was gonna 🙁