You gave me the longest high five,
One of the highlights of that night.
My hands were dry, my palms rough,
But I guess you didn't mind.
Once was not enough;
You did it a second time.
On stage, you showed me your brightest smile,
A core memory, worth the miles.
You were too cute and too kind;
It was your day, but it felt like mine.
I went to support and thank you,
Because that's the best that I can do.
In a few days, you'll turn another year older.
I hope you'll remember that, "Age is just a number".
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