More Birthday
I received a poem about me in an email. That doesn't happen every day, so I thought I'd post it. This is a couple of pics of the poet, from the late Seventies of the last century when we used to hang out with the gang.

I have a friend, his name is Dan
I've known him for too long
but truth is I have never really
known my friend at all
This guy is skinny, yet eats well
Not great-looking, but, oh well
stylish, in a funny way
He's just unique, I guess I'd say
I'm kinda' sad, don't see him much
sometimes often out-of-touch
He was one of those people who hurt a lot
but smiled when you thought he'd not
getting old, turned 49
I wonder if he still is kind?
Or got a mean-streak, along the way
would be too bad, cuz' he's okay
Tough thing, all this we share
sadness, and, oh yes, beware
I'd give that guy ten million bucks
and a fleet of pick-up trucks
to haul away the shit he's seen
kinda' like a bad-old dream
say hello, if you see him
Happy Birthday, got to free him
when you're happy, the world is too
hanging tough in the Robot Zoo!!
---MJP

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