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Happy birthday to my oldest sister jane

To my oldest joint best sister Jane,
I hope,
as you, Hannah and Ben get older and life becomes less of a strain,
You continue to make all the happy memories you've all made cos they will be forever stored in all of your brains.
Don't see it as another year older,
But more life knowledge as your personality grows bolder.
Let go of the past and take the future with a firm grasp,
As looking back,
No matter whether bad or good,
stops us from progressing into the future,
As we wonder our memories,
Like being lost in the wood.
So don't see it as getting old,
Things in the past have prepared you for your future fates told.
So happy birthday to my sister I look up too,
Even though you're a short arse,
I still look up to you.
You've always been there,
 for that i can never thank you enough.
As you being there is the reason my skin is so tough.
Our family has been through the roughest of times,
So let's stop it here,
so I can continue to write all of you dads’ carried on rhymes.
Everyone's birthdays I shall not miss,
Especially yours Jane,
Here's your birthday kiss x

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