Brimming

Tomorrow is my birthday. I got my gift early. It was a surprise.
My last guitar was a hand-me-down.
This one is just beautiful!
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Note to self (birthday edition):
Don't grow up to be a poet.
Do it
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Eric, here I come!
Eric Ripert, hunky chef
S just said he's taking me to
Le Bernardin for my birthday!
If you have eaten the salmon spread at one of our parties...yeah, that's his.
Will I die of dehydration if I drool from now till Monday 12/20?
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Paul Klee, Keith Richards, Felicia Sullivan & Shanna Compton walk into a bar...
I knew about Keith Richards and Felicia, but somehow missed the Klee coincidence until yesterday. It's funny, because I did a "self-portrait" poem of myself as a Klee drawing once. It's the second one here. (Click POETRY tab to find me.)
Ok, enough with the birthday related self-absorbtion already.
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It's my birthday today.
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