Happy birthday, Katyusha!
Eighteen??? Eighteen!!!
Is that a lot?
I guess it's not, what can I say?
At seventeen you were looking hot,
Your beauty grows with every day!
When we first met we were just seven,
And now eleven years have passed
Your smile is brought to me from heaven.
I hope our friendship's going to last,
Let's not forget: it is your day,
Forgive me if I'm being trite,
But what I wish you, by the way
Is luck, love, friendship and a light
Which'll guide you like a godly ray
So you can cope with troubles ahead
And so that smart and cool you'll stay
I know you can guarantee us that!
4 Katya F
© Copyright: Пётр Жданов, 2007
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