When I was three, Mom made me a violet purple dress, And a red velvet elephant cake, When I was sixteen, I got the last fourt-five I wanted, Ringo Star singing ‘Your sixteen!’ Every birthday when mom was alive controlling her own destiny and living in her own home, Mom made our choice of foodContinue reading “Best birthdays”
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Val Whitewolf 