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Before the day
Were the years ever kind?
When I just couldn’t wait
Didn’t much appreciate
But I was serenaded
No one missed to say
Elated to be belated
Days when I could spin a line
A day I was made
I didn’t want to hide
Payday
They all knew the way
Never hesitated
How I got paid
Elated to be belated
And now I find
My birthday
Funny, never mine
Go away
This moment I hate
Life not celebrated
Shouldn’t be alive this date
Elated to be belated
Future or fate
Twenty-seven years, I’ve played it
I’ll be someday
Elated to be belated
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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