Happy Birthday From Google and Yahoo to Tom Pickens, and to All of us

 

 

a birthday cake is yummy

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.


this poem is written by Ted Kooser
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  sheng wu could swing on monkey bar easily
  leo ku and loraine chan has true love in between

   a panda used to be best friend to tom l wu

 

  amelia wilson often has distant thoughts on her life, but she persists
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