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For Violet, on Your Eighth Birthday

Seven turns to eight
And you demonstrate
Your deep infatuation
With creating lovely art.
A true appreciation
From your clever heart.
Throwing ceramics, writing poems,
Painting art for our walls at home.
You make every place your studio.
From tabletop or bunk bed
The world’s your portfolio
In your artist eyes, your artist head.
Eight turns around the sun
And you’ve only just begun.
Eight spins, my tiny jester,
Full of jokes, full of laughter.

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