When I am old one day & gray as a day-old snow, I’ll look at you & say: Happy Birthday, Honey! You’re as old as I was when I gave you this poem on your seventh birthday. & you’ll say to me, Daddy! I don’t have that card anymore! & then I’ll send you the picture of it that I kept for all these years & say … HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Pals to the End. — Daddy
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