[ The '8th of NOVEMBER' ] "What on earth are you doing here...? [Jan Vishem's words still ring in our ear!] A long way you've come, SON - (... a long way to go)... A Lad 'Xplorin' options In life's tough 'to-&-fro'. In case we ain't said it (You nevah get 'nuff credit...) MY, the unleashed mirth, On the day of your birth! 'Ranger-Man', 'Raider Man'... 'SKILLS U.S.A.'... A litany of laurels - (At work or at play)! Those holy 'silent nights'... O NATA LUX (& @ LIB-TEE) Those 'smiles-across-the-miles'... (Our 1st-born, TIM-TEE.) Now as one curtain falls &another one rises... [From PAPA's (autumn) 'leave'... to next year's surprises?] Thank the Most High ABOVE for your short (dew) 'drop-in', And gladdened ('fur immer') by this invasion, dear 'Tim-ber'. So for now, toodle-loo ('caddy you', CANO-WINA?)... Fond memories a-PLENTY (... as the 'Beast' turns 'One-&-TWENTY'!)
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