There once was a girl named Talia.She was born under a full moon,On a very special holiday called Purim,In a leap year, in a month called Adar II.Her early life was filled with laughter and whispers.Tea parties, costume parties, doll parties, and Purim parties.Nothing was ever quite normal for Talia,Always a slight detour just out of the mainstream.Talia embraced her unique life,Just as soon as she figured out how.
Her journey was filled with pot holes and misleading signs.She learned the art of retracing her stepsAnd paying attention to details on her journeys.She met many characters along the way,Some so wonderful and some very much less wonderful.A king, a queen, a jester, 5 little princesses,A friend, a lover, a sneaky confidante,A car named CiCi, a ferret named Sammy Davis Jr,A tired, washed out blankie with sage advice to share.
Along her journey, she laughed and cried copiously.Sometimes she cried when she laughed...More often, she laughed when she cried.She pierced things (and often threatened to pierce more).She tattooed things (and still threatens to tattoo more).She made people proud.She made people mad.She made people wonder...There once was a girl named Talia.She was born under a full moonOn a very special holiday called PurimIn a leap year, in a month called Adar II.
She now fills her life with laughter but few whispers.Yoga, photography, and writing replacedTea parties, costume parties, and doll parties.
Nothing will replace her Purim parties.
Nothing will ever be quite normal for Talia,She likes to speed and swerve,making a slight detour just out of the mainstream.
Happy 30th birthday to me.
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