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I am mature and ripe in every way;
I have soared so high and paid my dues;
And wisdom laced my beard with grey;
Yet somehow I am struck by birthday blues;
Unsanctioned like, a maiden’s blush;
Unfathomable like the runes of Berbers;
Or Like the fact I am too old to crush;
But here I am and Katja Herbers;
Thank you dear unwanted guest;
And my everlasting curse:
Last year you didn’t best;
Nor did you worse;
I understand you not, but at least you’re here;
So, Farewell good bye until next year.
©FAT 2019