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Written by Robert Pottle
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From the other poetry web site that I manage, I know that people are looking for birthday poems. I figure that some of those people are scrapbookers or card makers.
This poem should work for both groups of people. It's a liitle more specific than some of the other poems on this site because it is about a child turning eight. Over time I'll post poems for other ages here. I can image some great pictures to go with this poem. If your kids behave like mine at birthday parties, I know you have those types of pictures. Happy Birthday
Chocolate ice cream up my nose.
Frosting ear to ear.
Feeding candles to the cat.
Party time is here.
Funny hats on all the pets.
Soda on the floor.
Although I'm turning eight today,
I'm acting like I'm four.
by Robert PottleThe Above Poem
Copyright © 2006
by Robert Pottle
All Rights Reserved While you are free to use this poem in your personal scrapbook layout, please follow the following guidlines. - You may not use this poem for commercial purposes with out the express written permision of Robert Pottle.
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