Black Poetry : happy born-day...librans

[baller]

Heed the yell
Of the
Balanced scales
Of
“We may do no wrong”

As others
Recognize
We are wise
And blameless ones
Who always
Gets the job done

Engineered
To exacting
Specifications
There is
Equilibrium
In our varied and steady
Relations
Partner,
Sister and Brother
And
Our
FATHER

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Sanctioned to be
The greatest gift
Ever bestowed upon thee
Perfectly balanced
Between
Ultimate and Maximum
Always prepared for
Complete satisfaction

Smiling
All the while
Showing
We’re love’s child

Happy Birthday.

 

[$$RICH$$]

as i sit in amazed saying likewise in smiles

 

[baller]

'tis the time...'tis the time.

THANKS for reading, $$RICH$$.