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A Busty Birthday Gift

I have a friend; let's call her Jane.
She's on the links in sun or rain.
A deck of cards, a pile of loot,
For her, there is no substitute.

I've got to get this off my chest;
This friend is better than the rest.
She has a giant heart inside,
Which now appears more multiplied.

She used to be a double-D;
Today, she swings her club with glee.
Now she can walk with both hands free,
And shuffle cards effortlessly.

For with her smaller mammaries,
Her wardrobe is much glamoury.
She struts her stuff with style and grace,
And people look up at her face!

Today we celebrate her birth
Not merely her reduced bust-girth.
Her friendship trumps her fine appearance,
And we can hug her without clearance.

She'll have her cake and eat it too,
Blow candles without peekaboo,
And we'll be glad to share her glee,
We who still wear a 36B!

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