Another year and then, a year older,
a quarter of the way on the journey to a century....
where Rubies bleed red in a cold July winter,
and the cardinality of Cancer ruled by the pale Moon,
of the lark's claws and a knight's spurs,
and the Larkspur blossoms violet, white and blue after...
of an individual, thought to be kind, emotional and sympathetic,
an imaginative romantic possessed of a nurturing and intuitive character,
but, one who is prone to change, is moody...
and tales of he of imperial status, born to the purple.
wishes of a happy birthday,
and hopes that all birthday wishes do come true...
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