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November zephyrs are nearly here,
Bringing another birthday, oh dear,
The clock whirs onward, I fear.

But age is but a point of view,
And not something over which to stew,
Life still brings me grand adventures new.

Through forests and brush I hike,
And sometimes I even bike,
So many creatures and sights to like.

So a brilliant birthday I shall enjoy,
New things to see and do, oh boy!