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Happy Birthday


Sweat and tears went into this cake. All that body was hard to hoist. I pricked my fingers for the color and used spit to make it moist. Hair and toenails for texture. Dried out skin for flavor. I've made it extra special, so every bite you'll savor. Now, you may not like it. It's quite an acquired taste, but if you don't, I'll eat it for we surely don't want to waste. So happy, happy birthday. May all your dreams come true, And next year I'll bake another cake especially just for you!
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