There were only two of us then
and I was obviously younger, less experienced
And now, two-point-eight-five percent
of my life has progressed, two-point-nine before
Candles never were my thing
glad that we don't have to play games, sing songs
I wonder who else might be claiming today
as theirs, now that Dennis has joined the Ayatollah
I am sure Trent is too busy, and who knows
what Bill and Bob may be up to.
Somebody go ask the Scotsman, now American
I always thought we had something in common
My own celebrations seem less significant
the more frequently I have them
And I feel like we both have more to celebrate
than just the passing of time.
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