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My Birthday Arrives!

I fully publicsize my Birthday...I do not celebrate christmas usually and this year was no exception...hehe...
however I do not expect anything on Christmas...However the day of my Birth is god damn other story...I usually get
the most valuable thing I ever want...the company of my friends and family...Today I will bowl...I would like to
win...Usually my friends come and beat me...However it will be my Birthday...Watch out motherfuckers...I feel lucky!

I talked to Jaimi on MSN today...haha...She likes to drop bombs that one...I hate being Hiroshima...

Tommorrow is Scholars and I hope that it will be well attended...But this is me and Daniel's Week...The Capricorns will
stick together...I should phone Celeste...She shares my Birthday..I plan to spend more time with her...She is a good
friend...

I will start writing a poem for my Birthday:

On an English Morn I was Born
A loyal Subject to the Commonwealth
The Lankan of Questionable Mental Health
But When the Dragon Spreads His Wings

And in His Dreadful Voice Sings:
I Spit Hot Fire! Hot Fire!

Who is not Running?! The Situation Dire...
Fear in their eyes...Is it not Stunning?
That the Dragon Gazes...and prepares...
To Cry...To Die...To fly..
And with Honest Words he Flies...

And in His Dreadful Voice Sings:
I Spit Hot Fire! Hot Fire!

For The Dragon never flies alone
With his Friends and Allies he's always home
Without them the Dragon's heart grows sore
A DragonHeart No More...

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Spitting Hot Fire!

Victory Day - Tom Cochrane

She's got her reasons, she's got her pride
Though she's beaten black and blue
One fine day she'll be walking outside
She'll turn to see what is true
Won't draw no curtains, be hiding no way
On that Victory Day

She's stuck it out, she's hung in tough
She won't be running away
He says it will change, but each time it does
It starts up all over again
He wants the thunder, the crashing of waves
The guts, the glory of victory parades
She says it just never happens that way
On that Victory Day

Victory Day, Victory Day
There's no rockets flaring, there's no loud display
If you walk with me we'll get there someway
On that Victory Day

In the sun, walk by the water, in the sun
She says life isn't big, not it's kind of small
Made of small moments, they're all strung together
If you don't look out, you might miss them all
Then it's just passed you on by like the weather
He wants that thunder and crashing of waves
The guts, the glory of victory parades
She says I'll give you much more than you'll take
On that Victory Day

Victory Day, Victory Day
There's no rockets flaring, there's no loud display
If you walk with me we'll get there someway
On that Victory Day

And he's gotten so close and he won't let it fade
And the reasons still haunt you for the mistakes you made
She says let it go, 'cause it's time for a change
But he's still a little boy trapped between pages
Time to walk away from him
She said "I'll take you some place where I know it will change"

Victory Day, Victory Day
There's no rockets flaring, there's no loud display
If you walk with me we'll get there someway
On that Victory Day, on that Victory Day
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