The clock was just ticking, tick tock
While clicking to a hit song of classic rock
And before you press pause
A day, an age and genre suddenly sneak up
Without a fore-notice or a cock crow
Only with stiff hips, herniated disc and drill music
And a lean choice on your platter servings
Time flies they say, when you are having fun
And I hope sprightly seventy on time's wings
Is just as fun
HAPPY MARCH-VELLOUS BIRTHDAY AS YOU TURN 70 YEARS YOUNG
SIR JOHN GARRETT RADCLIFFE (F.I.L) .
FROM ZERU OGUNKAH (S.I.L) .
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