Day 7, neighboring the month 7,
The sky changed her cloak till they were 7.
At 7, on that day 7,
Mother cried, shouted, times like 7.
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The perfect No.7, Happy birthday Joshua. A bright star in the poetic galaxy.
It ain't my birthday actually... But, I'm flattered. '... Poetic galaxy ' got me.