It all starts on day one; the clock!
Tick tock the first birthday!
More and more birthday cakes;
before you know it, you're old!
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Really a beautiful piece of poetry written with a tinge of humour...
Grandma, " why are your fingers all crooked? " " I had too many birthdays, " I said. Magnificent!
Thank you so much, I usually never receive a comment, especially as nice as " Magnificent"