Butter to my bread, Wayne to my Garth -
you are cooler than snow in NYC,
and warmer than layers of knitted beannies
If life were a musical, you'd be my catchy chorus,
If it were a recipe, you'd be my Beef bourguignon,
If it were a week you would be Friday,
however as it is now, you are dear Carla
Happy Birthday!
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