Don't Think Twice, It's Alright
Happy birthday, Bob. I was going to say that you don't know me, but you do. You see things in me and others we didn't know was there. I think there are some people born on this planet who know exactly what they were destined for, they go into the tunnel and come out with magic.
I must confess when I was a girl, a very long time ago, I preferred James and Carole. I didn't get you.
And then one day, I was at a party and I heard a beautiful voice, a woman was sitting on the floor in the crowded living room, playing her guitar and singing, 'Boots of Spanish Leather.' I cannot explain how much it moved me. If you know, you know. And then I went a bit, "Annie Wilkes," for awhile. I listened to everything, went to concerts alone because no one would come with me to listen to you. Their loss. People think you're weird. I suppose you are, because you don't fit in the box of building blocks.
I'm going to confess that when your physical body is no longer here, I am going to grieve as if you were a very dear friend. Well, I think you are, even if we've never met.
Happy Birthday, Bob.

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