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Sharon Mesmer

Happy Birthday, Martin

Happy birthday, Martin,
my friend across the pond.
Happy birthday, Martin,
of you I am so fond.
From the days of Joe Soap’s Canoe,
your friendship with my pal Lydia, and through
your years in China — who would’ve thought that next
would come a Zoom conversation during Covid about T. Rex?
I love your email newsletters, never deleted one.
You could write about anything and make it inspiring and fun.
So happy 70th, Martin,
may your genius forever trend.
Happy birthday, Martin,
my amazing, brilliant friend.




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