My birthday, who knows what age I have reached?
Don't care really, it's bullshit, it's nonsense
You are the person you are since you screeched
As a newborn baby at the intense
Moment of arrival, in my case when
Snow gripped the nation, in a winter freeze
That seems unlikely to recur, the sense
Being the world is warming and its trees
Are burning in intolerable degrees
The whole world's becoming a sandy beach
Soon to be flooded, and the recompense
Is almost at hand for our mass misdeeds
Visited Mum, saw Hannah, had two treats
Fish and chips, chocolate cake. Deep joy. Immense.
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