Forty seven and sunny skies
Greet the birthday girl as time now flies,
And the years advance
In the two step rhythm of life's perfect dance;
The candle count is thirty-two,
So no four line verse will really do--
Greetings flow as iambic notes
From places near and some remote,
Best wishes in these words do pour,
To you, the mod from Baltimore.
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