Ambition, and Other Poems/Birthdays

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Birthdays
My friend has a birthday;
And what can I say
To young Betty Blake
With her wonderful cake
And seven pink candles there—
One candle for every year.
'How many candles shall I see
On yours?' asked Betty Blake of me.
'Sixty!' I cried, excited by it—
Steady, old heart! Lie quiet!

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