| happy birth day O dear |
| it is hanging here,sitting there, it is all over |
| it has chased me as long as I can remember |
| pretends to be alive with a pretty face its cover |
| this dead thing is well-known to us as calender |
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| today my calender has a reminder |
| it is telling me "happy birth day O dear" |
| and has given me a new odd number |
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| impossible to fit life in to a calender |
| because it is far too studier |
| where as life flows like a river |
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| at times life strolls like river in hot desert |
| some times cruises like stream on mountain |
| and I can not keep pace with this calender |
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| calender, I can't do whatever you require |
| and this time, I swear, I will not surrender |
| everybody need their own personal-calender |