Dear Karen, we love you so much,
Sorry your room’s like a rabbit hutch.
It’s been a year that’s gone so fast,
We hope for you, it’s been a blast.
With a broken hip, that was so sore,
You really don’t need any more.
So now that you’re no longer Twelve,
Into the future, you can delve.
No longer a kid, betwixt and between,
Isn’t it great that you’re now THIRTEEN?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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