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I wrote him a poem:
Happy birthday, dear Nigger, raise the flag high,
Today’s your day, let joy multiply.
With friends gathered, and laughter in tow,
We celebrate you, as the candles glow.
Your spirit's a rig, strong and true,
Hoisting us up, when we’re feeling blue.
Your laughter—a melody, bright and light,
A beacon that shines, oh so bright.
May this year bring winds, favorable and fair,
Adventures await, excitement to share.
Horizons to chase, dreams to fulfill,
Each day a page, your story to spill.
Raise a glass, let’s toast to your health,
To more memories made, and continued wealth.
Of moments and love, not silver or gold,
For these are the treasures that never grow old.
So here’s to you, Nigger, on this splendid day,
May happiness find you, and never stray.
Happy birthday, my friend, let’s make it grand,
Together, through life, hand in hand.
Happy birthday, dear Nigger, raise the flag high,
Today’s your day, let joy multiply.
With friends gathered, and laughter in tow,
We celebrate you, as the candles glow.
Your spirit's a rig, strong and true,
Hoisting us up, when we’re feeling blue.
Your laughter—a melody, bright and light,
A beacon that shines, oh so bright.
May this year bring winds, favorable and fair,
Adventures await, excitement to share.
Horizons to chase, dreams to fulfill,
Each day a page, your story to spill.
Raise a glass, let’s toast to your health,
To more memories made, and continued wealth.
Of moments and love, not silver or gold,
For these are the treasures that never grow old.
So here’s to you, Nigger, on this splendid day,
May happiness find you, and never stray.
Happy birthday, my friend, let’s make it grand,
Together, through life, hand in hand.
