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..of Birthdays, again!

I don't want the wishes

I don't want the flowers

I don't want the phone calls at odd hours.



I don't want a long life

I don't want success

Even if you bought me an expensive gift, I could care less.



Call me an idiot if you like

I don't want a car

Just give me my bike.



It is just simple and plain

I don't want to grow up

I want to be a kid again.



I don't want to work

I just want to play

I don't want you to sing

HAPPY BIRTHDAY



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I have already wished others, this is for people who don't like birthdays.

If you don't like it, we won't wish you:P

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Impressionist said…
Happy Birthday to Nothingman?
DAMN! chicks writin B'day posts for nothingman!!

-I
May 11, 2008 at 11:41 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
@Impressionist: hahahaha hilarious!! and well it so happens that my bday too falls somewhere close by..so take a guess who it is for!!!
bdw when is yours??:P
May 11, 2008 at 11:44 AM
Pallav said…
thanks BB, you captured the exact feelings, from one year back...poetry from the past. wah wah :)

heh, and Jeevs i told them all to write just to make u jealous ;)

Kiprokin!

ME
May 12, 2008 at 1:21 PM
Alesea said…
good one babe...and ya ..the best think..idea is similar..we both did think on the same lines..hmm..future subeditor..or feature writer!!!?
May 13, 2008 at 2:14 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
@NM:well guess i got there this year!!

@Alesea:oh well i guess i'll leave features for the blog...:)

chalo bdays over..lets get back to work now!!
May 13, 2008 at 9:31 AM
Zedekiah said…
I like thy originality :-) Sorry N i forgot :-(
May 23, 2008 at 4:26 AM
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