Happy Birthday to the most beautiful, chic, dignified, kind, devout, and musical woman on terra firma!
Marie Terry Sullivan graced this earth with her eternally tiny feet only a few semesters ago.
Thank you for your warmth, trust and indulgence from a man who is lacking in most of the adjectives above.
Happy Birhday, Terry! Now, get down off of the bar, Sophisticated Lady.
When You Are Old -Bill Yeats
WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.
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